a b c d e.
b c d e f.
countless rules, infinite
deaths, learning to
exist amongst each other, we
fall. how pathetic, in this
giant world we can’t find
how to live properly. we
itemize our
joys, bandage our
(k)alluses,
let ourselves hurt &
mourn,
never bottle it up.
open up, maybe,
pour it all out. Call it
quits, exit the
ring,
savor the sting of

the

two tears that fall from
two eyes, onto a shoulder
too warm:
to find relief is a hope
too far-fetched; maybe in
two hours,
two years, I
too will learn
to laugh about it all—

undoing whatever is useless,
variety in pain is what makes you grow:
wherever we’re led, cut off and
x out those we don’t want:
You. You.
You.