the drugs don't work
i couldn't wait to leave.
even with nothing to do it felt stressful.
coat done up, scarf wrapped around my neck warmly.
i knew exactly what was going to happen.
exactly how it was going to happen.
i remember the looks.
they made me smile, if nothing else.
the irony is what killed me.
i paced myself slowly, not rushing despite the cold.
i was too tired to hurry.
the icy air blew my unruly bangs in my face.
a twitch of my neck threw them out of my view,
exposing my tear-filled eyes.
it was all very cinematic, if i say so myself.
it happened 3 times today.
even with nothing to do it felt stressful.
coat done up, scarf wrapped around my neck warmly.
i knew exactly what was going to happen.
exactly how it was going to happen.
i remember the looks.
they made me smile, if nothing else.
the irony is what killed me.
i paced myself slowly, not rushing despite the cold.
i was too tired to hurry.
the icy air blew my unruly bangs in my face.
a twitch of my neck threw them out of my view,
exposing my tear-filled eyes.
it was all very cinematic, if i say so myself.
it happened 3 times today.
posted by meg at 9:52 p.m.
5 Comments:
oh, meg, it's beautiful, it's always so lovely and sort of sad.. like the best things.
you always leave me wondering and wanting to ask questions. very good work meg, I really like it.
thank you very much, guys.
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i'll be waiting.
thank you very much.
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