are you drunk enough to tell me that you love me again
I’ve closed more doors than I can count
but still people are drawn to me
like moths to an open flame.
‘Look at that girl,
look at how she wears her sadness so well.’
But it is not an accessory I can easily take off.
My pain does not make me interesting,
it just makes me human.
I want so much that is not here and do not know
where to go.