All I want is what I had. I’m sick of fighting. I’m so tired 😞
I just want to disappear 😞
I fucking hate my life
wish I could find you again
Is it too much to want to be pursued by you? Maybe I ask for things that will never be. I can’t force active love. I want to be your sun, your breath of fresh air, your home. The calm place you come home to. I feel so dull. Like I let you down because I’m not new anymore. Like something is inherently wrong with me. Unlovable.
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Are you still alone
in bed? Is it morning yet where you are? The smoke turns
to rain as usual. Listen, my love. This year is just a visitor & next year’s
ghost. Take care of it because yes—yes, you do deserve flowers for once
in your life. You will be the only one left. So hold my hand & call me
tomorrow. We are all here.
— Michael Wasson, from “Your Shadow Invents You Every Time Light Fails to Pass Through You,” published in Poetry
