i am a girl made of skin. are you a tree, or a fennel seed on my tongue? you’re so small.
sometimes i want to be weak more than i want to be listened to;
i think it’s just grief. (all you know is a driveway)
do you think of me? when i stand outside and look through your thumbs,
i’m sipping tea. chamomile, a silhouette of you.
i wish you could hold my breath because it’s steeping now.
i’m not like you, i carry my body. yours is but a scent of ice.
(how cold you must be)
sometimes i want to be weak more than i want to be listened to;
i think it’s just grief. (all you know is a driveway)
do you think of me? when i stand outside and look through your thumbs,
i’m sipping tea. chamomile, a silhouette of you.
i wish you could hold my breath because it’s steeping now.
i’m not like you, i carry my body. yours is but a scent of ice.
(how cold you must be)
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