a bipolar life
the string around my little finger
reminds me that it is possible to fix me
reminds me that i should not try to fix you
i tie it every night before i go to sleep
every morning, it is gone
i can’t find a trace of you
except in the pinkish, purplish
imprint where the string should be
glb /// “the string”
i am missing you
and your coffee-caramel-sea salt kisses
waking me on Sunday mornings
i am missing you
and tonight is especially
bad for no good reason
i am missing you
because things are happening
and i just want to be with you
i am missing you
I want to share everything
with you, I want you
glb /// “i am missing you”
originally published 09/08/2018
going sideways 