I do not like the feeling,
I do not like the feeling of you.
I do not like the feeling of how your body next to mine,
Feels like a death sentence.
I do not like the feeling,
I do not like the feeling of almost.
Of almost death,
Of almost love,
Of almost sleepless nights,
Of almost suffocating in your arms.
I do not like the feeling,
I do not like the feeling of being swept under a rug.
Like some sort of dust nobody wants,
I do not like the feeling of irrelevance.
I do not like the feeling,
I do not like the feeling of being less than you,
Of you laughing because you think you know me.
I swear I heard them hiss,
Like snakes hiding under the weight of their dysfunctions.
I do not like the feeling of their words.
I do not like the feeling,
I do not like the feeling of you.
I do not like the feeling of your skin stretched over your bones,
Creaking music of decay.
I do not like the feeling,
I do not like the feeling of the universe being so vast,
That we cannot shout into it,
Because I have been told my screams can’t travel through a vacuum.
Why did we think to explore it when we can’t shout for help,
When it inevitably goes wrong.
Because everything goes wrong at some point.