and i knew this would hurt,
but not like t h i s...

you make everything seem like
it’s bad and planned...

i’m thinking about how
your name sounds safe...

there is something to be said
about the way you look when you're happy...

you linger
in the abandoned corridors...

.
i sit crosslegged on your bed...

telling myself
i don’t remember...

a bumblebee
with a full stomach...

thank you for
teaching me...

did you know
the heart of a blue whale...