two years past.

 
time has moved on.
more time
than we had together;
but still-
i look for you in everyone.

unwell.

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untethered
i feel myself begin
to float
up and away
from the person
i long to be.


once more.

  

it’s strange,
i’ve started calling
my nightmares
“dreams”
again.


absence.

  
the worst ghost

of them all

is of the person

you wish you

still were. 


restless.

  

i wake up each day
still exhausted.
it’s hard to
satisfy
the kind of tired
that sleep doesn’t cure.


hindsight pt. 2

  

i wish i could have been
smart enough
to love you
as much as
i’d eventually miss you.


gateway.

  

I was never the kind of person that admired the green grass of my neighbors yard. I looked over there, yeah, and constantly- but I wanted something dead and brown. A desert where I could be alone and left to wonder where all the grass went…


splattered.

  

just once it
would be nice
to lay down in bed
and not get
inspiration
from the nightmares
i know are coming.