Some people enter life,
with a permanent
contract of your
destruction and demolition.
They never leave till the job is done.

I’m angry with love
I thought I’d finally found it
Even with red flags in the air

I’d gone so long
Wondering if I could be loved
Needing to be loved
And I... I was so desperate
To mistake the mess that I’d made
For love

I just... I needed it...
I wanted it so badly...
That when I saw a chance
For any real kind of connection
I threw everything I had at it
I barreled past the warning signs
And all the caution tape
For that chance
That impossible chance



And it broke me.

Porcelain people
Dime a dozen.
Porcelain things expensive and rare. Things loved.
People used.
Even the universe caved.

I think I’d very much like
To twist myself into a ball
To fold in on myself
And vanish from existence