why why
why why
Why can’t you just leave me alone?
Why do you follow?
Why does everything stick?
—Get off of me!—
Can’t you see I want nothing
To do with you? Never again
I want them to get away from me;
Their faces and names, their avatars,
Their photos, their memories, and expectations
And texts, their hellos and ideas of what I am;
I want to wash it away, but it sticks—the past
Rears its ugly head, a head that’s like mine.
i don’t to get
want see it. i need to away…
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.