I’m longing for a love that no longer exists. 

I’m trying to keep busy. 

Occupy myself with art.

Occupy myself with music.

Occupy myself with my writing. 

With new lovers.

My head still spins. 

I find myself weeping again.

For you,

For me, 

For us. 

For this.

For this has eaten my insides. 

It’s under my skin, coursing though my veins.

I try to pick it out but it’s everywhere.

The wild fire has spread, my souls burns.

Call the marshall. 

Call my mom.

Call everybody. 

Die down, please for the love of god, die down. 


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