“Every mouth you’ve ever kissed
Warsan Shire (via silkside)
was just practice,
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and plowed into
were preparing you for me.
I don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth,
they were a long hallway,
a door half open,
a single suitcase still on the conveyor belt.
Was it a long journey?
Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now,
i’m quieter now
i’m going to die i can see myself fading away i keep crying and i can’t do anything about it
every 24 hours add a little more paranoia.. mostly i’m just uncomfortable terror stricken i don’t know how i can last till i’m old and who are you why are you here?