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When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat

we had laid as one
“i can feel your heartbeat—“
perhaps the rain made me recall it.

Your words
shape themselves
into blades and knives
and carve
deep into my heart,
the places I didn't know
existed.
Should I be glad that
I found new places
or
sad that I'm hurt?

first the vowels
and then the constants flew away
until all that was left
was an empty sheet of paper

Whats wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this...
Dropping to my knees....
and tears dropping down into an abyss...

Why can´t I just be normal?
and ¨buckle down¨ like other people.
I dont want to feel awful..
and I am just a *******.

I can´t get anything done
and I dont understand why.
This weight on me feels like a ton
and theres nobody nearby.

I hate myself because...
I dont understand myself...
why I do what i do..
why i feel the way i feel..
why i think my thoughts...
... the sharp edges control itself...