i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]

idk

[i haven't finished this poem yet, but tbh i don't think i ever will so]

Everything can be a poem of you say it right:

I went to the grocery store and

counted bottles of root beer as 

my best friend sang a song about dying.

I kissed a pretty girl at a bookstore, 

between bookshelves

In the religion section.

I sat on the floor of a bedroom

Not my bedroom

And stared at a wall and felt.

See? Or even:

I let a cannibal boy 

take my self confidence and 

strangle it between his thin fingers, 

mouth dripping blood from devouring 

my heart--

Too personal?

Of course, I apologize, 

I got lost in the words and forgot 

I'm nothing more than a background girl,

"Lips painted pink with innocence" 

girl.