full disclosure

i think about you more often

then i would like to

i think about you when i see little things

certain flowers remind me of your smile

certain colors remind me of your soul

i was looking at the trees

but you weren’t even in the fucking forest

we are all made of glass

fragile and breakable

no amount of caution tape

is going to save us now

“handle with care”

is written on all of us

but apparently nobody can read

this is the life i am living.