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...

for a moment there it seemed
the world was clear as ice...

here i am again / attempting to make poetry from...
remembering my wrists slightly crossed / painfully...