but the way it felt

that was another

me

the way it felt I can still remember looking into your sunken eyes begging you for a taste

I can make it feel again

easy

But impetus

dissolves inside the memory of hurt

can you catch me?

I think now

you see me, not dressed or made up

raw, bare. not destroyed, breathing my days as if they are not spaces to lose to hold to see

I’m no fun

I do not want to be fun to perform for you

yes, it was fun

I wish I were fun

but living is enough