I'm sorry I've been wistful and half-hearted with my colouring in
All my yellows are pale and I'm sickly with my greens
And I'm twisting
Brickstone red in my teeth
Until my gums bleed
I can't go out like this, it's unseemly and sort of, tongue tripping over teeth
I'm losing pieces of myself
In the living rooms of friends, it's a sideways glance
I'm done dancing in-between
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So long, life ain't short, it's long
It's long, goddamn it
I'm so well dressed for someone with no sense of self
But I'm slipping into being
I'm brimming at the surface of my skin; opening