I have to make myself empty;
starve myself away.
I have to exist less,
I can't stand my existence.
I'm taking up too much space.
I cut myself to fit,
small enough for your shadow.
Make myself scarce before
you can give me the slip.
So there's less of me
to give
and less of me to take.
How small should I make myself
so that I'm not too much.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
I have to make myself empty;
starve myself away.
I have to exist less,
I can't stand my existence.
I'm taking up too much space.
I cut myself to fit,
small enough for your shadow.
Make myself scarce before
you can give me the slip.
So there's less of me
to give
and less of me to take.
How small should I make myself
so that I'm not too much.
©Nicola-Isobel H. 17.04.2019
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