STILL
i claw at the mirror what is this ugly thing that scowls at me through the glass? i’m filled with You lungs reek of Your scent eyes paint Your figure Your melody never escapes my ears. Your poisonous ink painted me into a monster.
i love You
i hate you
You don’t answer my messages. have You eaten? are You well? did You at least think of me today, too?
the calendar tells me today was Yesterday so why are You still hanging on my shoulders?
i hate You.
like my favourite cardigan? but i can’t help wanting to wear You (out).
We promised to meet again You’ll keep your promise right? 26
