please respond.
i am staring at the empty wall.
i am imagining you. laughing. happy.
i pull my pillow over my face.
the darkness making.
the shortness of breath.
the weight pressed on my lungs.
and in this moment i am happy.
instead of feeling the pain of missing you.
i am feeling the pain of death.
one in the same.
always the same.

i am a hypocrite ( Read more... )

i miss him.

bring him back.

i think i am growing a vagina.

this is scary.