read a book he always talked about and try to eat the words
walk past a dumpster and see its resident cat
scream into your pillow till it's fluffy
count the hair on your arms and legs
paint your eye bags green with aloe vera gel
overplay a ballad written by a heartbroken millionaire
walk past the dumpster to visit its resident cat
cut holes into the shirt that smells like him
tell your friends you're fine, like, really fine
reroute your walk to his favourite cafe. dont peer into the window
puke out all the love rotting in your stomach
go to the dumpster. bring canned tuna for its resident cat.
cry in your bathtub until the bubble bath tastes salty
make a burner account to stalk his instagram. fall asleep before actually stalking his instagram.
or dont. you will run into him anyway. you will bruise your heart anyway.
go to the dumpster and sit close to its resident cat
eat an ice cream cake all on your own
get nauseous at even the thought of sugar for the next three days
catch a stranger's eye and think about them for a whole hour
realize you forgot his name for a whole hour
go to the dumpster to pet its resident cat
cry cry cry cry cry
run into his friend and not ask about him
clean your room. open the curtains. let the light in.
go to the dumpster to relocate its resident cat to your apartment
buy the softest cat bed you can find
run into him. ask him how he's been
tell him you're doing good and mean it
go home to your cat and feed it
take a selfie with your cat for your eyes only
add cat food to your weekend grocery list
watch your cat insist on joining you every time you go to the toilet
laugh
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HYSTERIA
Poetryand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity