Hey guys!! I’ve got another thing which is kind of long but like… we’re just going with it, it’s fine. I think I actually like it!

This is me: clearing the air.
– I still think about you sometimes.
Sometimes I think about you more than some of the times, and
sometimes every word I say tastes
a bit like you.
– I haven’t talked to you in almost
three months.
I hold that number up like a trophy
above my head, but really
I’m afraid of losing you, even though I know
it was always me who kept us
tethered
together.
– You don’t care, but to me
this feels like a hardcover ending, someone’s
fist in the air after evening detention.
Is this healing?
Is it supposed to feel
this lonely?
– I remembered you were my first
kiss
today.
It’s strange, isn’t it? That doesn’t seem like
the kind of thing I’d be wont to
forget, and yet
– Seeing you feels like ripping myself
in half.
It’s gotten better, it used to be
sixteenths of me
drifting in the wind.
Looking away feels worse.
I don’t know what to do with myself
when you’re around.
– I don’t think I should still
have things to say
to you.
I wish I didn’t, some days.
Most days.
Not all the days, though.
We are fossils in the ground, and yet
I still find myself
digging us up every other
Tuesday to pull myself apart
again.
– This is the sound of my heart
breaking.
This is me: clearing the air.