do u ever casually lounge on your bed in a towel and eat an apple while pretending you don’t notice your teenager lover drawing you cuz i know i do all the time
I keep telling my therapist that I’m having a midlife crisis. He says, “no, you’re not. You’re nineteen, you’re just having a hard time.”
I keep trying to tell him that on the 15th of June, in my 38th year, I get hit by a car in the middle of Times Square, I saw it in a dream once. He tells me, “you don’t even live in New York,” and I say no, not yet, but what if by some mistake I fall victim to a shark bite or a volcanic eruption or a small pox outbreak, how am I supposed to survive that?
He doesn’t understand that natural disasters are sometimes people. He doesn’t understand that some mornings I wake up feeling like the under belly of a hurricane. He doesn’t understand that getting out of bed causes torrential rains and tsunamis and the only life jacket I’ve ever known is in bed with another girl and I am desperately trying not to drown myself in the memories of her. I feel like a small city that no one is ever going to write about.
The first time I kissed you, the anchor dropped down my throat and landed at your feet.
We are both are sinking now.
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