there’s a part of me
that’d like to read
her vent
i know she’ll be writing
i wonder
though
if she’ll ever show
but anyway
i have to clear this poison
poison because it’s unwanted
not because of what it is
i have to clear this poison
i feel like i’m the intro
to a hollywood cliché melodrama
i wish the bloody unsettling and unhappiness
wasn’t so bloody ordinary
i want to feel blood diamonds
not communal garden glass trinkets
weird that
how emotions
ignore my order