my sternum is cold my clavicle is cold my
rib cage is cold
i have an obsession of sorts with cold and bones and time and false
interpretations of every look you have ever given me
i want to not want you
i hate that sentence
i want to not want you
there are gaps and something like string where my wisdom teeth were
a few
days ago
they are gone and so is
something in this day is empty
it is more than a monday
someone keeps calling and i never have the
energy to say i am not here, i
swear im not here
maybe because the phone isnt really for me
i want to stop wanting you and i want you to
feel me not wanting you any
longer
i want you to not sleep from a big heavy
emptiness indenting your chest
bones and you need me to want you so you can
rest deeply
i hate everything about that sentence, it sits sourly where those teeth
should be
im the one who cant sleep
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