I'm a simple girl, I only want few ugly things out of this equally ugly world. Hot showers on summer afternoons, frozen desserts on stormy evenings, old, sad rock songs on christmas day and scribbling depressing poems on my birthday.
I like the comfort that I get from sitting right beside the door of a moving vehicle, that the possibility of it sliding open while I'm leaning on it feels like my favorite warm blanket from childhood. The idea that I could be sitting upright one minute then the next, my face will be parallel to my knees and ankle feels like my cheat cigarette stick after months of "quitting", it's that good.
And I love thinking about the probability in the fact that I might not wake up after tonight, that this might be my last poem written. That if I pop a bit too many pills, I can just end all of these. It's like I got magic under my sleeves. But who the hell needs magic? Instead, I wish I had a beautifully tight noose to put me to eternal sleep