I’d like to grab my chest, short for air, as i stumble down the bottom of the stairs
and I’d like to cry for help and wonder if I will disappear before it comes
I’d like to wonder at my unrealized potential as the fluorescent lights dance around my hospital bed
i’d like to be a rotting tree trunk whose thoughts are manifested termites
I’d like to search my whole life for happiness in silence only to desire someone to talk to when i am sad and alone
I’d like to feel a misdiagnosed lump grow larger and notice pains coming from somewhere new
I would like for there to be no meaning in the hawk picking away at the bones of our children
I would rather go slow and reserve myself to it, to wait for it every morning, to feel labored breath and beat, to chew away at my nails hoping for a new day
I’d like to wave goodbye as a stampede of cars rush through the veins of the high way
I’d like you to forget about me like you would deja vu, a confusing thought, close to reality, yet estranged from it
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