He isn't a sad person,
But in his room
He envelopes himself in a duvet
Filled with misery

He isn't a sad person,
But when he's out
He wears a coat that stunk
Of blue funk.

Everyone is
Swelling with euphoria,
But I feel empty.
I stink of loneliness,
But I like it this way.

7 bucks an hour
5 hours a shift
3 days a week
4 weeks a month
I didn't work the whole of last week
3 weeks this month
That means
315 bucks
But, ****, I've a fine to pay
That means
15 bucks left
15 bucks to last the month
That means
He can't go to the concert he's been wanting to go
That means
No partying
No going out
No new clothes
No cigarettes
No cigarettes
That means
For the whole of this month
*I'm
Broke.

I'd like to think,
that the best feelings are;
Grass under bare feet,
Spring tides,
Rain droplets lightly skimming your eyelashes,
A favorite blouse,
The burn of alcohol,
And the sensation of another humans skin