Maybe it was moments we mistook for love.
You’d give me attention,
Feed me beer and other fun things
But there was space between the lines.
Somewhere within that space, there was too much swooning
To the point where I was dizzy.
Besides, I was beginning to smell like imposition
And the loneliness became sterile in a way that no longer
Brought the relief it used to
When I overly think about things
Its things of death, of grief, of loss
And choosing to lose
It's the seduction of the cold river,
Of a crash
You were the first beautiful thing
I got stuck on.
In 6 months time,
we will no longer talk,
and he will inevitably find someone pretty
-- Lizzie Scheader is a multidisciplinary artist, specializing in production arts, installation, and creative writing. Her work centers around showcasing personal narratives through multiple mediums, ranging from paper making to ambient sound scoring. The ethos of her work is to display and inspire vulnerability through abstract and accessible ways, while emphasizing community engagement.