I’ve given a year of love to someone who doesn’t love the same way I do
Why does your trauma get to dissolve my personality?
Why have I felt unfathomably lonely forever?
Disassociation does a disservice - as a word - there isn’t anyone here,
except for your dog.
from october 4, 2023 poem from the past a day #58 in the last quarter of 2023 i moved into an apartment with a friend and this poem marks the exact moment it became a tumultuous and complicated decision of which the repercussions i am still living with. i dropped titles as a concept, for awhile, at this point. it reflected my complete lack of energy. my energy is still unrecovered.