i want
to recreate
the feeling:
tired
on city buses
staring at the light
cast on the ground.
bored in bathroom stalls
shitting
staring at second rate graffiti.
lonely
in a cold, loveless bed,
eyes fixed in the dark
on the ceiling fan.
i want to recreate
what it is like
to be in love,
then destroy everything
i have built
for you.
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