feel like you are not in your body
i can feel tired it does not
sometimes it’s like i don’t exist
everything feels how it should
haven’t been wasted in months
which is why we never speak too
do you think they understand it too?
that wistful longing for what was
or is it all just in your head
i miss home but i also learnt
how to create homes in places that i go to
haven’t been wasted in months
which is why we never speak too
it lies in quiet in the night time
sixteen and burning candles low
twenty three in hot water
dead flowers on your window sill
i think i understand it now
that you’re not supposed to
i’ll never learn to be calm
washes bodies to the surface
haven’t been wasted in months
washes bodies to the surface
everything feels how it should
i can feel tired it does not
sometimes it’s like i don’t exist
everything feels how it should