dimples in my hand,
the grip on my mother so strong
but now my fingers have lengthened
and i keep telling her, “so long!”
fat on my arms is gone,
but i still haven’t lost weight
the time has slipped away
but life still makes me wait
for the day this gets easier
or have i lost it for good
before my cheeks hollowed out
back when i was still cute
now i can’t fit into the pram
but i still get pushed around
i still don’t know who i am;
will i, when i’m in the ground?
Cut you by mistake But I let it fester And for our sake I should have known better I shouldn’t do more But it’d be unfair to you So I poured Some alcohol on the wound It stings and it hurts And I see
tears like a jeep on the road carrying 2-tonne loads i’m on the verge, so close to letting go, just explode red eyed, is it an infection? no, it’s plain exhaustion mixed with funky emotion anxiety and
to you: i see your eyes, black and sparkling i think you’re nice you’re cute, with two dimples, laugh like a little girl, long neck but not a giraffe you’re smart, but you’re kinda weird, i guess diff