poems to books i'll never write and lyrics to songs i'll never sing

pop

sometimes i feel like i'm a balloon, and that i'll pop.

there's too much pressure and friction of the air inside, and my skin will break to release everything that's been held in.

someone will have to pick up the scattered fragments of myself from the floor.

my artificial latex will feel uncomfortable on your skin, and you will despise the feel of my body.

i will be discarded and forgotten.