the art of not overthinking
the art of deleting a sentence
the art of tying a plastic bag over your head
and seeing Guppies and Jellyfish upright
think I've mastered the art of not
feeling a thing when it comes to
the present and summer in heels
the art of falling out of love with people
and dreams
and balloons
I would say you tried----
you tried so hard
you tried enough
"in this moment, I feel------"
I feel------, and I can't stand it
I can't stand the art of parentheses
(I hate the sight of you)
(I hate how you try so hard)
(I want you to come home)
Where do you live?
Most importantly-how do you
live? Do you live afloat?
Do you--- live?
Line your body with salt?
In a pool?
Reach as far as you can
this is how you touch life at its knees
and watch it fall to you
watch it buckle and fall sick
(fall out of love)
make your body as sparse
as possible
like a star
just like a star
this how you live
pointed edges
spaces beside you
inside you
made of water
floating
hopelessly
recklessly
careening off the
edge of the fucking
universe
like a star
just like a star
(but stars are dead,
and you're so fucking fake,
and I hate
What You've become)
The art of not overthinking
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Cerene
The Abandoned Woman, Female
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