. a moment of stupid pleasure
one i crafted to be stupid
all thoughts considered, i react
out of spite of my thoughts
i turn violent and rash
the resulting self-attack spirals into itself
my favorite thing is missing- i left it on the couch to be stolen
but i'm laughing
because no one can take that moment from me
dancing smiling favorite person in hand
the moment was real and the thing was only a thing
no thing matters like you matter
however
my 'whatevers' eat me alive
and i dream they'll treasure it as much as i did for as long as i did
xoxo
