self love and affirmations
are so cringeworthy to me --
that's mean, i know.
the perfect depiction of
schaudenfraude.
but it's so needed.
sometimes this space feels too small
with no more balcony
you blow smoke directly in my face
stain our ceiling fan black
give me a contact high
while i try to multitask on five
things at once,
unsuccessfully,
ever more unsuccessfully.
i've lost all focus.
i just want a clean bed,
soft sheets,
a sink free from ***** dishes
and every manner of walking and
flying insect
-- this constant infestation.
i just want clean air,
to breathe,
bikes that don't break and
don't get stolen.
shoes that protect my feet
from the grime that slickly coats
the sidewalks of LA black.
shoes that are also pretty.
i don't have any of this.
money, money, money
i'm always crying over you.
i'm sick of your ****
but i'm forever bound to you.
and you treat me cruelly
taunt me with everything i can't have.
"joke's on you my friend,
you better guess again,
cause everybody's gotta pay their way"
"death is easy, life is hard"