and you said i was writing about us
when i didn’t mean to
because there was much still
to do
like not you
but that is besides
like not me
but that is something else too
which i have found in this writing
about not us
because there is nothing in nothing
just
the feeling that you missed the infinite thing
found in my small strangled arms
where i tell you
i am not
afraid of death
i am afraid
of reincarnating
and finding that same nothing different
for i learned only
how to die
not to
live
with what
i am
nothing
birthing
nothing
but
nothing
Mizpellt wurdz 
Oh my
Posted by Macxermillio | April 10, 2018, 10:53 am