Low Key
I low key want pizza tonight. Edit: I want pizza so much
that if I don’t have pizza I won’t stop thinking about it for four days.
Let’s go for dinner. Know: I’ve got a restaurant in mind,
memorized the menu, and decided what I want to eat.
I’m going to watch some series. Or all the episodes that were ever made.
(Whenever I say ‘low-key’ about anything I giggle to myself
because I have never, in my whole life, felt low key about anything)
I don’t care. Question: How do you not care about everything?
You’re pretty. The way your eyes move remind me of the Milky Way
because they contain everything and mean everything and I see
the whole world reflected back at me when I look at you.
I’m sorry. I’ve replayed it over and over in my head and I hate myself
for the way I hurt you and it is so hard to admit that I am someone
who can cause you pain.
I miss you. I can feel the imprints of your kisses on my neck and I need more.
I love you. Read: I think about you constantly. If you were to leave
I would be devastated. I know that parts of me I don’t yet know would ache.
