Hear this,

my pseudo-bitter love poem,

coming up from the cobwebs,

spinning over slurrs of words and

littlebittysadsongs

since you left-

like I

said that you

would.

-

Telling my friends

(and in turn myself because

I need the reassurance more

now than ev.er be.fore.)

that I'm going to be okay.

-

I

-

Break my breaths in laughter, cover tears with glitter and

pretend I'm spinning when I fall.

-

Smile. The person in the mirror said it will be okay.