hanging on to the past too much.
I should be emotional investments
and clean sheets,
but that just isn't me.
I wish the rain tattooed me
every time it fell from the sky.
I could be covered in dots and splashmarks
that remind me and passersby
I am alive.
I was told to forget about you
on a ten sky day that deserves death and recognition,
in the woods of of being alive
when we all deserve to die,
and I know how to not know.