YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO WITHHOLD THINGS THAT WERE ALREADY MINE.
YOU DO NOT GET TO GIVE THEM AS GIFTS DRESSED IN RIBBON AND FAKE FRIENDSHIP.
YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO TAKE AWAY MY FRIENDSHIP AND DISTORT MY MEMORIES.
YOU DO NOT GET TO CHOOSE WHAT YOU PRESENT TO ME IF IT IS ALL MAKE BELIEVE AND I SEE THROUGH IT.
Please don’t pretend this is redemption.
Writing about Home
is a cliche
particularly when the term
is loaded for everyone,
even when it is entirely empty.
it is only a matter of time
i think i will sleep until then
theres a party next door
ive heard the music playing
vibrations through the walls
im awake anyway
i could just go
perhaps under the vibrations
my thiughts would shrink
or fall drunkenly
on ears that cant hear my anyway
the room is too warm
im revolted by the heat
just outside the window
i dont have the mental strength
to face down the
or perhaps the reflection of myself
in the window