I'm all crowded and want to crawl under this pile of clothes
and pretend that I'm alone
in a clean and quiet place
and that I don't have this taste in my mouth
or this tension in my chest
and that I don't have to smile or pretend that my ears are open,
or that my heart isn't sad
and pretend that you are on your way
to join me under this pile of clothes.
©flailing
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