home from work

was sitting on the bart

laying there still

thinking of the night when i stared in the window

and saw me

the new one

less weight

not so pale

new tattoo

new life

and nothing seems to matter on this rainy day

because some boy is making me write bad poetry

when i want to be writing

and proud

remember when i was proud

i sort of do

so i'm fighting and reaching as best i can

trying to crawl my way out of bed

knowing that in bed is where i want to be

but not alone

again

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