I want to be annihilated completely, I want reciprocal forgetting, I want the angels not to recognize me.

The First Days

gut-wrenching
impossibility
steals the silences
that you would fill

the definition of
vulnerability is
written on my
sleeping pill

lover, this
foreign city
gets cold at night
– lonely in the
midst of masses

and without
your heart beating
7 minutes away
i feel broken and lost

though, they say
these types of things
get better with time

(they often lie)

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