5:20

you want someone to cup your face in their hands. and it's not going to happen. it never has before.

you hug your desk chair until it presses into the hard expanse of your collarbone; until it hits soft cartilage at the center your chest; until it feels warm and human, the smell of your own jacket and clothes a simple supplement for someone else. your eyes hurt.

your eyes hurt, and tenderness is an open wound that you never learned how to heal.