some days i feel a lot like supermarket flowers

today i woke up
and my coffee tasted
more bitter than usual,
painfully hotter,
almost purposely harmful.

the cold wind felt like
stinging paper cuts
against my face
as i walked down the street
and formed tears
in my dried eyes against
their will.

i can no longer
look into the
because it reminds me
too much of everything
i’m not
but could be.

and now
here i sit, waiting
for someone to think
I’m good enough even
if it’s only
for the time being. even
if i can’t believe it.




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