i just want someone
to hug me and to kiss me
and hold me in your tight embrace
right in the middle of the street
between falling autumn leaves
without months of yearning
and sleepless nights in agony
or at least a cat
that would also be quite good
preferribly orange

my body belongs
to the highest bidder,
i have given up

i dare not grasp the thorn
yet i still crave your touch
is it worth to sacrifice my blood
for an echo of your warmth?

my brand new shoes
have opened up wounds in my heels
maybe they just never healed
my white socks drenched in blood
i limp across the street
and collapse on cement

i am so weak
my knees ache
and my heart trembles
and it is so **** cold
i walk day by day
and i talk and i laugh
but my mind remains
in a different place
in that room in that bed
where we were
where we lay
and it makes me wish i could cry
but i shed all my tears
in two thousand and twenty two
so now there is nothing left
but to succumb to madness
there is nothing left
but to endure

i guess this is what i get
for putting my life
in another pair of hands

she was forged
by the songs of joanna newsom
she said:
"no one ever talks to me quite like her"
and i understand
and i see the beauty of her words
reflecting in her sea-glass eyes
she stands
in the city square of some polish town
she got here by train
she carries a bag like a woods witch
with literature for more intelligent folk than me
and she wears a smile
for more deserving folk than me