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.