so

sunday.

i don't want to speak specifically to sunday.
i will tell you that
sunday i believe i heard my heart break
like a necco wafer.
snap

and that every piece of me wanted to
wall up
retreat
duck and cover

but that's the exact opposite of what i've learned
in the past few weeks

if you find someone
who understands you
completely
every time

like you don't have to finish
sentences
or qualify statements

you know the kind

someone who knew you before
you opened your mouth

someone who you can stand
in front of
nakid
intellectually
and emotionally

if it doesn't make any sense
and you've stopped trying
to put things
into context

don't fucking take that shit for granted.
don't be afraid to feel it.

and don't be sad
when it's gone

just be fucking glad you ever
had it.

cuz you are one lucky bitch.

and it if ever comes back around
be just as ready
to cut open your chest again
and bare all

or else you'll miss it.
and that'd be a shame.



what the fuck do i do with this gas now?