Oh God

Oh god.

This is torture. This is torture feeling two totally conflicting emotions.

Loss and gain. What sights might I see!
Ask me for a drink? Or coffee?
I can’t decide what I’m doing.

Oh god.
Wander around the town I grew up in
Late nights on dark streets
Whispers and my head hangs low
Keep my eyes on the pavement
Keep going I tell myself.

Turn the music up louder.
Violins, drums, guitars
Flood my mind,
Walk faster, in step.

Pray. Or think. I’m not sure what to call it.

Ask me for a drink!
I’ll pay.

Good god.

What am I?!
hey slut!

Drown it out.
Walk deeper.


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