A group of three

I want to be the most boring person in the world

I want people to never quite remember my name or physical features

I wish nothing about me sparked interest

I want no one to ever be confused if they like me or are just fascinated by me

To wonder if they care about me or care about being able to say they know me

If you’re reading this I want you to know your looks, your talents they are fleeting, They are reasons for people to want to put you in their contacts not reasons to love you.

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My body is being consumed by black holes

Bottomless loneliness

I can feel the expansiveness ripping through me

I am alone and getting lonelier

My words are silent screams

My actions invisible

My pain uninviting

Soon I’ll disappear only to become a space oddity

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I’m sorry

My tears flooded your room and burst down the door

That we were carried away haphazardly

That I got so close you could feel my pain

I didn’t see that my clawing for meaning had scratched you

My revelations streamed light onto things you’d hidden and I never noticed

I was so consumed with myself I didn’t see you bleeding from my clawing or smauldering from the sun I’d let in