today my teacher asked me
where my heart was.
anatomically, i should’ve answered
‘just to the left of the breastbone.’
but my god that’s not where my heart is at all.
it’s inside you.
Those nights that just kind of stink.
Like you could’ve had a great day but once you get into bed all those thoughts you’ve been ignoring resurface and there’s not a thing you can do to stop them… Yeah, I don’t like those nights