Compare actions to my own in the hope that something aligns but nothing subsides
I’d take your sadness but I can’t take mine do I deserve nothing less can’t keep a pen knife- how can I ever get loose
want words that accept me tiny hands that move to soothe not to break these clumpy limbs make for getting tangled the sky was breezy but these last few feet are teasing
I can’t console parts of my body made to fire raggedy thoughts across unreal paths tendency to slip between hating and disregarding until breathing loops...