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