Doesn’t matter how I feel

It’s gone in the morning 

Like i’m someone else on the outside 

Watching me live my life 

Like you’re fired up in the theatre 

And on your way home 

Then the excitement filters 

Along with the steam 

From your microwave noodles 

When you’re back home alone

I don’t have full words 

For you or for me 

No elegantly spun sentences 

Just halves 

There’s nothing to draw out 

Problems deeper than 

You, me, us 

They’re air 

They’re dust 


No definitions 

Or diagnoses  

They’re all blanks 

And we’re numb

Author: loladeniyi


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