Anxiety wraps
itself around me,

like a coat that
doesn’t fit me

like a lover that
doesn’t love me

like a fire that
doesn’t warm me

Sometimes saying goodbye to someone
doesn't nearly hurt as much
as saying goodbye to the version of you
that existed alongside them.

5 weeks left until we walk our separate paths.
5 weeks left, and a bunch of stories I wanted to tell, just to entertain the butterflies in my stomach.
5 weeks left, and still, I have no guts to confess these feelings.
5 weeks left. I wonder, what if I had done this, or done that—would there be any difference between us?
5 weeks left, and I am missing you so much.

Let me hug you.
Let me console you.
Let me take care of you.

"Are you in pain?"

I quit insta to
join this. Sadly I can't fix
haikus with makeup

The flowers have bloomed
Alive and renewed, nature
Healed, what about you?

I felt lonely lately,
everything seems so sad.