SMDH

why are you still here
smelling what is left of the internet
you
take a pic of these bruises
my leftover laugh lines
need a lift
need to sparkle like broken glass
watching my steps
forget to check twitter
write a poem about made up stuff
like i am feeling
this way because of you
or because these strangers are saying
what i am saying to other strangers
it feels great to be
a retweet
like you like like me
like mikey likes life
like i am killing it
with all these jokes
or does you want to live
and livin'
the way my hair shakes dry
the way i count days from dying
my hand on my hip
my dips
my lovely man lumps
dumping my brain talk
on all these randos that i want to brain talk to
@barackobama