I date this one to around autumn 2009?
dear somebody,
i don’t think it’s fair that only pretty people get to be loved
please keep that in mind the next time you see a cracked ribcage
and a broken glass smile
dear somebody,
have you ever tried counting the ceiling cracks instead of sheep?
i think that sleep is cold and gloomy things work better
i always fall asleep when i reach twenty-six
dear somebody,
i’m afraid someone might poison my teacup one night while i am sleeping
the doctors call it ipophobia and paranoia
the others call me weird
dear somebody,
i rearrange leaves in the park so they make pretty patterns
and i stand between them when the wind blows them all around me
did i mention autumn is my favourite season?
dear somebody,
if i told you something, would you keep it to yourself?
sometimes when i am bathing i count how many seconds i can resist without air
i think that sixty-one is my limit
dear somebody,
i know i exaggerate but i still think i’m making more sense that everyone else
i wanted to point a gun to my throat and fire
just to know what death tastes like.
