it said "somewhere"
and I am crying.
in that way, the way guilt approaches,
screeching cats, broken ribs.
Have you ever hurt everything that matters to you.
Have you ever wanted to burn your pretty handwriting, wished for chickenscratch. Have you ever needed to be perfect, and to make someone happy again. Have you ever hated your fear and pride but had difficulty swallowing. Have you ever hidden. Have you ever been the most selfish person you know. Have you ever felt ugly. Have
you ever not forgiven. Have you ever wanted to claw the places it would bleed your skin. Have you ever been afraid of the ground,
of being where people can reach you and anything can happen, lightning strikes, feelings, failing. Have you ever wanted to follow the boy on Frank Street and kiss the inside creases where his elbows start



I have