all i am, is a pillow filled with sand on your concrete floor
or a flower nailed to your bedroom door.
reminding me, I am never happy where I am.
all i am, is a pillow in the sand on your beachfront shore
or a wedding dress at your favourite funeral store
my hands are shaking from trying to forget, i sleep alone in a cold and vacant bed, my head is an empty balloon attached to my neck, my stomachs filled with butterflies from trying to forget, they fall out of my head, taking teeth and saliva out with them.