still remember you

why do we keep doing this

I didn't even cry

this time 

it hurt less

even though you hurt me more

this time

I didn't cry

September 22, 2013 11:12 p.m.

FEEL GRAY, MUST EXIT

It’s easy. You sell everything you own and buy a ticket. Even if you have no place to go, some words have to sing inside. Suzanne has the magic words; they are going to turn her into a bright flag, they are going to make her measure the length of her arms. The words are: Seville Hotel, New York City. It’s easy. You sell everything you own.

‘Don’t cry over anything that can’t cry over you,’ Suzanne’s mother says.

Suzanne has a garage sale. She makes a big sign: FEEL GRAY, MUST EXIT. She sells everything and only keeps two pairs of pants and two T-shirts that she dyes gray in the bathtub. 

I've created this world of dominance and submission around me to where as though I don't know my own needs but only the needs of those around me