— Richard Siken

i crave you like a man starved, but not as an object of lust, far from it. i long to savour you, take my time, and memorise every nuance of your being. to unwrap you tenderly, if you'll let me, until i touch your soul. and perhaps that's what we are: two souls devotedly in love.

i listened to my body and it's asking for substances

🫠

You'll be okay, I got you.

i wish there was a way to have an autopsy that didnt kill u. i think it would be so cathartic

Your ghost is in every damn sentence I read. I'm still bleeding poetry for you.

(the unseen verse)

I wonder if I was your hardest goodbye? Cause you sure as hell were mine.