i ask lauren if she thinks i’ve heard every story she has. we both aren’t sure. i think faces are like moons. the way they’re rounded and tilted and have dips and shadows. i like to believe the moon has lips too. big and curved that could hold you in between like a pill. don’t starve yourself. u and the moon are like mirrors. i try to ignore the texts between the boy i never kissed and the boy i want to. pang after pang like rain on aluminum. i’m crying out of my ache. and it takes a lot of love to do.