the days no one came. by abigailswallow

this city was built to drive me insane.
i just love the statistics of it all-
you know exactly who i am,
everything about me,
just like the other
seventeen point six nine eight four percent,
all of us quivering under our identities.
i’m sure i must hate myself very much, because i inexplicably love everyone.
that must be it.
i was a sure footed creature,
really,
jumping
precariously confidently defiantly to conclusions,
which made no sense,
definitely,
and hurt many around me.
finally.
i’m not trying for your forgiveness
i’m just hungry.
and
oh
how i could eat you up.
vying to find excuses,
prying eyes.
praying.
i tried.
mixed messages on my machine
mixed drinks (the catalyst of my disease)
i won’t be calling you because i know you won’t be home
unless you want me to.
just tell me what to do.