Small dream city tiny thoughtless streets

I want dreams,

The world where we are

Two-dimensional,

Where we are

Turning into other people

All the time,

Where the city is small below us. 

We’re in your

Dad’s car, it’s

Falling. 

What a life without you here. 

I strew myself across these pages,

All the minutes of my life now,

Always

Looking without finding.

This is a shitty poem and

I’m drunk. 

Aren’t you sick of these

Me poems, these

Us poems, this

Rehashing. You know

Exactly how it went

When I wanted to leave. 

You know I was out 

In the rain,

In the street. 

I miss you, I don’t

Want you here. 

I want weeks of silence. 

There’s already

Always

Something to be done. 

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