If I can't have the one I want,
then perhaps,
I won't have anyone at all.
I'm a ghost these days anyway.
Right here,
does anyone really see me?
This man reeks of tabacoo and *****
I wonder at his persistance,
so willing to touch a stranger.
Hands try to tug through my hair,
his breath so close to my face.
This absence in me echoes lost.
Recently my hearts been broken.
But for a moment,
the pain stops,
and I can't feel anything but nauseous.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
If I can't have the one I want,
then perhaps,
I won't have anyone at all.
I'm a ghost these days anyway.
Right here,
does anyone really see me?
This man reeks of tabacoo and *****
I wonder at his persistance,
so willing to touch a stranger.
Hands try to tug through my hair,
his breath so close to my face.
This absence in me echoes lost.
Recently my hearts been broken.
But for a moment,
the pain stops,
and I can't feel anything but nauseous.
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