I am damp spots,
I am difficulty breathing,
I am drinking alone in the middle of the day,
I am bent book spines,
wonky teeth,
just a little bit chubby with no *****
I am mice nibbling at my toes,
fast food over home cooked meals,
envy over normaly,
and solace in art.
I am crying for nothing
and everything at all.
I am music none of my friends like
and I am fluccuating between comfort eating
and not eating at all.
I have grown up
I have changed.
I am ambition
and grown up relationships
and jobs.
I am nostalgic
and sad
and
I am drunk.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
I am damp spots,
I am difficulty breathing,
I am drinking alone in the middle of the day,
I am bent book spines,
wonky teeth,
just a little bit chubby with no *****
I am mice nibbling at my toes,
fast food over home cooked meals,
envy over normaly,
and solace in art.
I am crying for nothing
and everything at all.
I am music none of my friends like
and I am fluccuating between comfort eating
and not eating at all.
I have grown up
I have changed.
I am ambition
and grown up relationships
and jobs.
I am nostalgic
and sad
and
I am drunk.
I am drunk. I was drunk when I write this and drunk when I posted it. It's not poetry. I don't think. Or is it?
Either way, it's about how, when I'm drunk and home alone and about to leave my hometown for my weird almost-grown-up life, I get strangely sad about leaving all the things I hated.