loving the wind bundled and wrestled into layers

It’s a tall order so you’ll probably wait forever

you animate into stoplights, food wrapped in tinfoil, steaming

Babydoll.

I’m the only one allowed to lie!

streamers and fireworks, all in your hands

Can you read a life in an empty wrapper that they leave on the bus seat

Don’t you dare cross me not today not today

I didn’t cry for the longest time for weeks actually I was a model of composure not even during sad movies and the one time the internet wasn’t working and I just couldn’t hold it in anymore and I broke into a million pieces on the floor and the carpet stroked my face and told me to hold on.

What does that say about me?