crazy

the bad kind.
your eyes like dots on whiteboard.
me missing you for days
while you lay next to me breathing too hard in your sleep.

you shrinking from my touch
letting me worry
feels like I'm stuck in a goddamned
90s grunge video.

you like my chipped nail polish.

I hated you this morning, riding my bike up and down the beach,
searching for your body beneath the peer.
I can't relive it.