personal ad
when you leave your house
i come in and cut holes in your
bed sheets.
every halloween, i dress up
as you, it is scary as
shit.
i’m hiding brand new feelings
in the attic, don’t go in
the attic.
one is a specific sadness
at the triangle of raindrops
the wipers can’t get too.
another one is feeling
scared at other people
being happy.
when walking through the woods
i like to tell trees that, if they
fall, i will try and hear them.
i am going back to my childhood
secret spot, so please
meet me there.
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