wait four. right.
when you lose
everything. reduction
naturally claims large
parts of what life is
supposed to be.
you see. i ran
before anyone could
grip what i was
trying to escape.
and i was never. too fast.
please, world. view me as
broken. categorize. my defeat
like every average disposal
to shove in a dark space
with a lid. and forget.
swooning to a six foot
step above what i could
have been amongst perfection.
to know how loss consumes,
forget every imagine of once.
and only. i have understood
pleasure to arrive without
expectation of permanence.
yet letting… caused bleeding…
so i rewind. back. before.
expectation.
I do the exact same thing, I’m constantly rewinding. Poignant my darling. X
Backwards is usually so effective for me babe,thank you. I find myself counting a lot lately before decisions. 1234 x o x