Am I supposed to feel like sunrise,
Or smell of freshly cut grass?
Am I supposed smile with my teeth
like white doves in unlocked cages?
Is this supposed to give me hope
Like a baby’s first breath?
And emptying the vacuum?
All I feel is ugly and desperate
Like a mushroom
sprouting from cow ****
Or the fitted sheet
I never put on my bed
I fear if I go back to the beginning
I won’t ever be
Homemade Apple crumble
Lipstick stained skin
Or my favourite Jane Austen book
Not ever again
Sep 26, 2022
Sep 26, 2022 at 2:10 PM UTC
Am I supposed to feel like sunrise,
Or smell of freshly cut grass?
Am I supposed smile with my teeth
like white doves in unlocked cages?
Is this supposed to give me hope
Like a baby’s first breath?
And emptying the vacuum?
All I feel is ugly and desperate
Like a mushroom
sprouting from cow ****
Or the fitted sheet
I never put on my bed
I fear if I go back to the beginning
I won’t ever be
Homemade Apple crumble
Lipstick stained skin
Or my favourite Jane Austen book
Not ever again
I don’t want to start from the beginning, I don’t know where to put all my love for you
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