these days,
i feel i have become unlovable
they come and go and wouldn't even spit at my feet
they throw me away like a once-bitten apple
once they see a shinier, crisper one
on a branch only a little higher than where i hung
i feel i am a ghost
often it seems like i can never find a place to call "home"
especially not in my own body
i feel i am filled with fiery unrest
i will never watch the sun set peacefully
i will never "leave it be"
i feel i will never be happy
especially not where i am now
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
these days,
i feel i have become unlovable
they come and go and wouldn't even spit at my feet
they throw me away like a once-bitten apple
once they see a shinier, crisper one
on a branch only a little higher than where i hung
i feel i am a ghost
often it seems like i can never find a place to call "home"
especially not in my own body
i feel i am filled with fiery unrest
i will never watch the sun set peacefully
i will never "leave it be"
i feel i will never be happy
especially not where i am now
written on the 2nd of august, 2016
published on the 21st of november, 2016
digging through my old writing
