fall+rush

old poem from a couple months ago--a very tumultuous time for me

I say I miss you

idk

but I really mean

I miss

this it and,

those things

you know that

like…

arms

held me back+

tight

before screenlight

night

time prayer

put me to

sleep

and I told

you already

I’m not…

she says

she miss

me but

we

never

been

I think I

couldn’t

be

there when

I started to

slip she’s

there falling

steady as

faucet drip

I’m gone

for now

being too

into my

own thing

to be seen

right now

her eyes

hold me

up too much

need to feel

this fall

+rush