my heart knows me better than i know myself

[mesospippy]

today i thought i was a poet. and i wrote.
i'm just going to tell you right now that you won't like it. but i don't care.
i still hope you have a good weekend.

at home:
i come to find myself
in the most awkward faces.
"look at how different she is

the Loss of Many things
and the gain of weight"
it's only water saved for the tears
that spring out in these moments

"the fourth one This Year"
they've left me empty inside
save the tears

for when i hold my face,
in my hands,
there i find myself different.