The sky is too empty, or
my eyes are closed again.
Just tell me I look beautiful tonight
so I can forget.
Erase this moment, this here and now,
because everytime things start to look up,
I wake to find myself at the bottom.
It's a long walk from here with blisters on my feet
and threadbare shoes.
What, exactly is one to do
when the counselor needs counseled
or the doctor needs a nurse?
Someone call an ambulance, I'm suffocating.
Jab a needle in my arm
so I can at least fall asleep with the
drip
drip
drip
of a saline solution keeping me company.
All I wanted was someone to sleep next to tonight.
This bed is too goddamned big.
It's 4:23 in the morning.
Where are you?
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