it’s four in the morning
and could be i’m drunk and gone to the world
but i don’t think booze is the reason i’m
coming apart at all
no, it’s something to do with these bones of mine
and how they don’t belong
not anchored nor attached to anything
or anyone
i exist in my own state
in a place that’s far from
those that would have me become the same
it’s four in the morning
and i’m a drunk that’s lost a bet with life
but i’m not sad
just bummed out that before i know
it
it will happen all over again
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
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