Is a second there to speak
Through organised friends
Shelved for easy reference?
When I feel trapped
I want to pack a bag of t-shirts and jeans
And walk out on you
Walk back into myself
I detest forgetting me
And not jumping into my energy
Eiziges Damon weis uber alles |
Tolerance; shared space
I’m OK with it
Learning curves, eh
Finding it here and there
Locked away in pockets
Too small to grab
Too tight
When I pop them
It also hurts
Ouch
Stop the pain
Discomfort
Fuck it
It’s me
So, fucking unfuck it
Unfuck it
I’m thirsty
And I want to reject you
For my own fear
Of your rejection
How heroic
Leave me alone sometimes
My ears and throat hurt
I’m not complicating am I
Speak straight!
Help me
Help yourself
Red ink
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