seen

we walk the halls like

we don’t know each other

like

maybe we shouldn’t and

I am liquid in motion

to fill these spaces

that don’t make sense

like what we could ever be or mean

(I’m talking about all of us)

when we

torture each other more than ourselves

like the way we wear our hair

after long nights

says anything about us at all

if we can’t get people

to see

us