it's a sadness,
or a sickness,
i suppose.
but you know
it's hard
to be
sorry
for letting
it matter
to me.
this is
something
magnetic
and cold,
like these
shallow
breaths
that race on
without end.
my
chest
has
caved
in
and
no
one
has
no-
-ticed.

08/27/2016

Posted on 08/28/2016
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