Compartments
I am so jealous of her and her solace
How can she be so cold how can she just
Stop it. Why do I fall for people who see me for
Less than I am and also somehow complain when they gorge themselves
I am not made for shelves
I don’t want you to compartmentalize me I want you to
Open up to me, why can’t you love me
The same way I feel. I can’t possibly be still
Why are you always so undisturbed —
I’ve been more upset about cereal than the day
I tried to tell her I wanted her the most.