Thirty-fifth @ 12:54 a.m.
Just to be

I said I was sorry,
It didn’t satisfy this guilty conscious.
Somewhere far away,
On some sad city street sprinkled with Christmas lights,
she’s leaning on an answer I hoped she’d never find.
I was here breaking down.
Tell me what this is supposed to mean,
What should it look like?
Because I see something slightly repulsive and pretty.
In circles I trace the pattern of my past against your thigh,
In situations I’m stuck-
Slanting sideways,
Bending backwards,
Just to be with you,
Or her,
Or there,
Or here,
Or anything at all.

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