jargon

italicized snippets written 2023-2025 ☆

if you walk far enough, the mountains look like little hills, blurry, blue, and insignificant. background. but i still carry with me all the shoes i wore through. i know you've seen them. i don't know what you think.

plot climax or whatever. when this is over the rest of my life will be so fucking boring and i will be so fucking grateful

it used to kill me when they didn't understand. i used to run when the light came, pull away and look away as the trees sped by. i used to hold anyone more interesting than my wounds.

i've never loved someone who didn't have to save me first / you make me want to try

you told me you didn't get poetry and i thought of how it kept me alive, how it and not my heart pumped the blood beneath my skin for so long. i wondered how it didn't stain, how the shape of me against you didn't leave stanzas scattered across your chest.

can i wish on an eyelash i tore out of myself?

that was the thing. my feet were drenched swollen and you didn't even realize there was no rain through your roof.

any form of chokehold increases the chance that your partner will kill you by seven hundred fifty percent.

this man who taught me to kill, his voice too loud even when he could hear it, and yet your whispers drown him out.

i hope it makes you cry. i hope that when you die, you think of what you did. i hope you try not to. i hope it doesn't work, day after day after day. i hope it hurts.

and i hope i never hear about it.

when the light comes now, i watch the way it catches in your hair. i pull you closer. i watch the trees dance til you wake up.

when the light comes now, i let it be declarative.

when the light comes now, i don't run.

so now this is the thing. i don't cling to this how i have in years past, even when i did stop to watch the trees. i don't need this, or you. and i know it. and i'm here.

i'll have lunch in the city on the day of your funeral / it'll just be a tuesday to me

all i ever wanted was this peace.

there is a life somewhere at the end of all this and i intend to live it.

your spirit is the sun through the snow. i don't know how i'd ever tell you. i don't want you to understand.

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