there’s a bit of a necklace
that trails down
your back. overflow
excess
/
i get in my own way. i feel tired. i mess up. i tear my life up. i feel guilty.
oh natasha. at times like these, my name becomes a prayer. my faults fall away. i become myself.
i can be frustrated. i can be tiring. i can be annoying.
but oh, there’s something beautiful about me. there’s some magical thing. i only exist for reality. i only manage to [unreadable]. everything would not be the same without me. the universe needs me.
my love, you could have had any atoms in any arrangement; i weep, for you chose me. you chose me.
the stars and skies planned every kiss and touch and moment of my life and they chose me.
i’ve no clue how i have come to deserve myself
/
but i keep doing my hair.
i keep finding necklaces
too long
and liking the way they rest in
the hollow
of my throat
yet tiring at the
chain trailing down my spine.
my thoughts follow
the chain,
falling endlessly down
my back.
i just let myself
fall in love with life.
i’ll buy necklaces that
fit me right one day,
but for now?
i’ll let them overflow.
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