you make me feel bad when you don’t respond but i know you don’t mean it and i’m never gonna seriously ask for your time nor attention

i forget how easily
my thread unwinds
for you

how you pick the ends
and unravel the roll
but never sew

i keep thinking that
you’re cutting pieces for later
but roll after roll,
you keep unravelling,
and never sewing

teach me your ways
of ignorant ghosting.
teach me your ways
of blissful ignorance.
teach me your ways
of endless masked positivity.

is it your drug
or is it repression?
is it ignorance
or is it intentional?

i know you blow your troubles away
when you exhale the smoke of hash
but i always marvel at the cloud of complication
that remains.

i hope i can roll my thread again
back to its criss-cross pattern
like nothing ever happened.

i hope that you’ll teach me the way
you inhale that smoke and exhale it as worries,
as you get higher than the empire state.