2 old poems

VACANCY

Peel off my skin

Like you would wet clothes

After dancing in the rain. 

Climb into my ribcage, 

Make a home in my heart.

There's already a space for you there

HOLDING ON TO WHAT IS NOT THERE

I want to hoard your bones

Like a dragon her treasure. 

Give myself time to grieve

The fact that yourself alive and yourself dead

Mean the same to me. 

(sooo yeah these r both older poems but i LUVVV writing weird ass poems that r secretly about being aroace)