in all honesty there will never be the right time
I’m an idiot now you’re an idiot later
today we’re far too close
tomorrow two plane tickets and
one kicked out flatmate away
I don’t embellish anything anymore
wind blows
leaves rot
little heart yearns
all raisined up inside me
crunched squished paper-winged
sickly bat hung upside down
steaming throbbing state of the art
sundried tomato of a heart.
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