a poem i wrote about someone who made me feel worthless

You are the vacant space between your bed and the universe

You are not oppressed by gravity

Because there is very little of you to pull


At first

I thought you had a creative mind

Maybe you do

But right now I only hear drugs talking


You are afraid to be wild

Unless it sits on your tongue in a square

Your laugh is as temporary as the white powder under your nose


Explosive like fear


Gone againĀ 


Your experiences sit out on the table

you gesture to your collection

“This jar is full of laughter”

“This box has colors”

“This glass is for a relaxing stream of consciousness”

you look at me and think

“This girl simulates love”


You sit on your bed

Eyes blank

Wondering which emotion to take today


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