600 miles from home
25 letters short of a good friend
5 pounds less than I was
15 from where this sick mind longs to be
3 sleeping pills short of a week
10 pages out of a diagnostic manual
2 weeks late on my laundry
And a year and a half past a true felt kiss
I've got too many bookshelves of unfinished books
47, 48, maybe 480 scars past normalcy
7 years of bad luck
And as I sit here, holding 3 paintbrushes incapable of painting
I know the most I'll ever get Is a ticket for my oversized baggage
9 years ago
1 comment:
i hope that these days a truly felt kiss is not so hard to come by
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