𝘞 𝘏 𝘌 𝘕 𝘙 𝘈 𝘐 𝘕 𝘍 𝘈 𝘓 𝘓 𝘚

shipping.

my mailman carries a broken heart in a package.
he tosses it around and i watch him.
it's almost like he ignores the "handle with care" sign
on the package.
and that is the same thing she did, too.
my doctor says,
"what are you talking about?
i only asked if you got the meds."
and maybe the drugs aren't the things making me crazy.
maybe its a split end,
a knock on a door,
a quiet phone call at three a.m. covered in whispers.
maybe
it is love.
but i already know the answer.
all love comes with a price and my price is hallucinations
of who we could have been if i loved you, too.
but i know
you always pay for shipping.

— shipping