23 January 2013


lose everything.
Lose the stamps on my passport
my own room to rent,
daily lectures and gossip and bits of chocolate and wine bottles.
I miss everything about my previous life
even all the mistakes and consequences.
Now I have my eyeliner
Gaze through the window,
Smoke pot before work and reckless emails to exes.
Self-destruction is no game for me
and yet, I am so good at this?
I see no reflection,
The body has let me down/my slanderer my body. gives away all my secrets.
Tell a friend about «Somethings must change!»
I would like to say that I will try my best-
but I will not.


Some Girl said...

This poem is a perfect summation of how I feel at my lowest. Amazing writing. Also, I hope you feel better (if you're not already) - the sun always rises.:)

Bebe said...

thanks darling, wish you were closer :(