All I do is sleep.
&. The bills will be lower now without this constant electricity running through my veins.
Without swollen stars exploding in my head.



I wish I could burn.
Like pages in your book.
Attach them to my wounds.




Just to show you I read every sentence.




I toss and turn for hours.
Under foggy distance.
Wishing I could taste snow.




But today. It only rains.




I left everything the same.
Stacked and piled up like remnants of yesterday.
Not ready to let go.
Knowing the railing can only hold me for so long.




I wonder if your coat caught the bridge before you had time to jump.
If the book slipped from your grip.
If I.
Slipped.




If you changed your mind.



I glittered all my wounds.
Pretty mess I was laying on the floor.
Stitching the holes in your jacket.



Just to make everything ok.



Exploding.



& All I ever do is dream.



Of what it would be like to look at you from above.



If I’m just a remnant of yesterday.
A shattered pile of bones under stiff frozen grass.
Breathing through the holes of earth.


Slipping.

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