i cried over him again today. i didn’t mean to. he sneaks his way into every poem I write lately. i can‘t get any of the memories to fade. some mornings I wake up and my mouth taste like poetry and I know I’ve been dreaming of him again. 

why Is your absense still so fucking noticeable. it’s impossible to ignore. i miss your shitty bed and the wonky faucet and running to the store at 3am. you used to keep chocolate soy milk on hand and vegan frozen meals, I always thought that was really sweet. i need to let you go. i want to let you go, my poems could never do you justice anways. you were every stanza I’ve ever written come to life. i would’ve written worlds for you.

what do you do when you’re homesick for someone you can’t have? what do you do when it feels like rocks on your chest that are slowly crushing you to death?