a beautiful friend of mine
who i dont tell
i love enough
you and i both fall in
to unforgiving
self proclamations of
loathing
and waiting, weighting, waiting for this to stop
darling.
i dont think you ever get over it.
like alcoholism i think it is a disease
to carry
in a matching carry on bag
and you do so well.
there is so much more
to
let your many miles a minute mind
rest on something else
that doesnt leave you
over a toilet bowl,
starving for real.
x
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