the part of me whos given up silently watches the part of me who must stay

living, if only to unlearn my life

I'll just expect the worst and then the week should come together nicely after that

the more ppl i know, the emptier it feels

i'd be so powerful if i wasn't persistently terrified

made of pieces that no longer fit together, gaps left from those loaned out & never reclaimed, i scramble to sweep myself up into an unassuming shape

even if nothings truly erased, deleting shit feels so good

still here