The Relics
Sep. 28th, 2025 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indigoliviaOh, you don't know me, but I know you.
We are sharing sheets! You are warming my side of his bed, you are warming both sides of his brain. I wonder if we used the same towel, I wonder if you miss the hair elastic I stole from the medicine cabinet. We are two three letter names! But I am not Y-O-U, and you of course are H-E-R, T-H-E O-N-E, or so it seems. Worst of all, you are free from the burden of knowing me. You are free from the burden of knowing him, after we get high together and he tells me about how he could have married you. Maybe thats why your name is ringing in my head like this. We even rhyme! And you don't even know who I am.
You were so big to him that there was no option but for you to overflow into me. I feel like I should love you too at this point. We're sharing toothpaste, we're sharing your makeup wipes, we're sharing your lover. I wish you weren't so smart. I wish you didn't seem so undeserving of what he does to you. I think about what I would say to you, if I saw you on the streets that we are also sharing, but who am I to pull the veil fro your ignorance? Who am I to proclaim myself as your inferior? The thought of you is petrifying my brain, like ants in amber, but I won't bring you to this place. I can't reach the pedestal you are on, anyways.
How does a woman who doesn't know I exist make me feel so small?
We are sharing sheets! You are warming my side of his bed, you are warming both sides of his brain. I wonder if we used the same towel, I wonder if you miss the hair elastic I stole from the medicine cabinet. We are two three letter names! But I am not Y-O-U, and you of course are H-E-R, T-H-E O-N-E, or so it seems. Worst of all, you are free from the burden of knowing me. You are free from the burden of knowing him, after we get high together and he tells me about how he could have married you. Maybe thats why your name is ringing in my head like this. We even rhyme! And you don't even know who I am.
You were so big to him that there was no option but for you to overflow into me. I feel like I should love you too at this point. We're sharing toothpaste, we're sharing your makeup wipes, we're sharing your lover. I wish you weren't so smart. I wish you didn't seem so undeserving of what he does to you. I think about what I would say to you, if I saw you on the streets that we are also sharing, but who am I to pull the veil fro your ignorance? Who am I to proclaim myself as your inferior? The thought of you is petrifying my brain, like ants in amber, but I won't bring you to this place. I can't reach the pedestal you are on, anyways.
How does a woman who doesn't know I exist make me feel so small?
