The dusty mirror can't even conceal dots and lines
Which draw fear and loss from my pores

I'm shifting piles of self consciousness; articles of clothing
Making room so when I lose my breath
I'll catch it and dive into the mess

The one that I have made
And I stock it in my drawers

Place them on hangers
To avoid them but-

when I turn around there strewn about
This massive lump in my throat is comforting

The only thing I can call my own is
pathetic feelings

Which I consider normal
But it's not worth it when I whisper your name

and think of you and know
I will never

Ever be beautiful enough
Not even for you

If it's any consolation
I'll pretend we never met

I'll pretend we never met
I'll pretend, I'll pretend we never met