I hope everything is not about me
I withdraw from life
woken up when I want to sleep
but sleep doesn’t make life sweet
I do, want to be a part of someone’s something
covered in cat fur and baby puke
but those things never seem to want me
so I pretend to see clearly
like a paraplegic walking away
Being unimportant reminds me of love
an irrational reason to break the silence
with a beating heart’s finale
-B.B