green and white phlegm ghosts swirl and haunt from sinus to drain. clings to the grime, it does not want to die, to flush into obscurity. which begs the question: how much does the rest of you want what you want? gag reflex romance. smash my heart again, remind me of my worthless state, leave me to rot some more. but i guess i should thank you since i was able to push out some creative words with my tears. it's a small world after all, but not small enough for you to run to me. even if it's not true consider this our closure.

love exists. just not with you, little pinocchio.