Stuck inside

I’d like to be myself

my whole self

To say it. To be it.

All the hurt

And all the loss

I can’t be sure

What the right thing is.

Unravelling

It is and it isn’t. It’s a loop hole. It’s an exception. Maybe. It’s an excuse. It’s an opportunity. It’s a choice. It’s a thing.

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Maybe I should have just one glass of wine. I went swimming. He got high. We are travelling in slightly different directions.

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The smoke filled air

Creates a haze

Erasing the smell of her

—

I could still be playing a part

I might just be angry

It could be that I have changed

It could be that this is just me

Possibly it is because I am fed up

And maybe I have no use

For being an object of aggression.

The clock stopped ticking a while ago.

She’s not the one I could see myself with, but there is something about the way she hangs around.

She is like that pair of shoes.

I loved them, but they never went with anything.

I’d have to buy a whole new wardrobe –

Change my style.

Fuck though

I really liked those goddamn shoes.