I am not sad
but I can't remember
the last time
I felt happy
I don't want to talk
about it now
so maybe I'll tell
you about it tomorrow
If I don't talk
about to you today
I'll probably be clingy
tomorrow
and I'm clingy tomorrow
I'll probably feel
unwated
and decide to disappear
for a little while
carrying myself
from room to room
following you
is exhausting
so sometimes I
just lie on the floor
and think of you
and nothing
—I wish you know the depths of my lamentation could drown the world
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an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
