i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me     by Stephen Michael McDowell _____________________ what if neither of us is trying i am thinking about inadequacy and how i must become a more acceptable human and i know you do the same i feel weirdly unable to communicate the simple okayness of being perfect, fucking everywhere, just like, YOU’RE GREAT, all of the time, you are that, okay _____________________ >