Tuesday, 19 December 2017

Survival will not be the hardest part


i ride the bus
anonymous old lady
in a new city.

hold my phone to my chest
hold everything i'm yet to give
it's not ready yet

flicker over the bridge
the water settles
i'm flat against the glass

then everything settles.

a few years ago
a couple lifetimes ago 
a beach house with friends
i went to bed with a thousand bodies
lying in a row

'maybe tomorrow' crept under the door

that breaks my heart, i thought,
that's so sad

so yeah like i said 
my heart breaks over, and over, and over, and over,

and in the passenger seat at five thirty in the morning 
i made my peace with the fact
that i am completely batshit crazy

roll my eyes

i know i deserve to hang my head
but i hold it high

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