See,
it’s not that I’m ghosting you,
it’s just that I’ve died seventeen times since we last spoke and…
I keep forgetting how to present as human so you don’t get scared away.
See,
it’s not even that it’s not you, it’s me,
it’s that it’s the whole fucking world and that I can hear its heart beating and everyone around me seems to have headphones on,
or heartphones on,
because can’t you feel it, too?