plastic chopsticks

pictures of the subway and the smell of old highlighters was never enough to keep me here

the e in sharpie is barely visible

my chest is tight

the old pond where we put sheets over our heads showed my reflection better than any of the three mirrors in my room, i think

how is it that the permanent hair dye feels like a lie right in front of me

nothing and everything is an illusion that i don't know how to break through

i don't remember anyone ever teaching me

i don't think anyone knew it would be important

i don't think we know ourselves

i know you

i hope i do

i can't taste the gum in my mouth anymore

but i don't want to spit it out

falling from a thousand feet up seems like it would be fun wouldn't it

who the fuck decided birds were allowed but not me

i think if i ever met god that's what i'd talk to her about

kinda fucked

the smarties wrappers on my desk are beginning to outweigh me

not that i mind of course

the cans have had me outnumbered for months

why doesn't my zippo work

either the universe has something really good in mind or else we're fucked

you and me

i wish you wouldn't always go

it's hard to choose love

what's stopping me from climbing out my window right now

i took the screen out months ago

i lied about why but maybe what i said was what i really meant

maybe i didn't know

why is everything spinning

the ground was supposed to be there when i fell

{for you}

my vision's blurring again

i should shower

it's been a while

care to join me dear