Weave (p∞)

i never learned to weave
i never learned to fucking leave
i never really see
even though everything is coming quickly at me

i grew up in an attic with my invisible friends: “who is she talking to”

the way they conjure together and sneer when they think they know something different than you

i know what I’m trying to say i just don’t know how to say it

I’M DONE BUYING SHIT.

also me:

but seriously, i’m looking for land now

i don’t want to settle in

i wanna be a landowner

i have fucking goals

maybe cross the street and see the ocean since surprise! i live beachside!

but i havent even had a shower

im still detoxing too

fun

so the last memory i gave him of me was me in my houseshoes

at least i had had a bath and tidied up

i needed a break from packing and my back hurt less in those slippers

they did not make the move

i just wanted to wear them one last time before i tossed them

don’t normally wear houseshoes out ha but anything goes

he’ll prob never think on me again and here i worry he saw me in my cinderella slippers

oops

anyway

i’ll stop talking about the event soon

it’s rare a guy makes my knees fucking weak, but it was my whole body euphoria

and like….this was real time

i suddenly had the same problem that robot on mars does

i forgot what i came in for…

PoeEternal