and it feels like I am too
down with you
and down without you
melancholy
slipping away
into anger
and disappointment
always
strange and unfamiliar
as if it's been here before
but it knows it's not wanted.
and I don't fit anywhere
my legs are too long
and my eyes are too strange
and I hate making sandwiches
with their
perfect
stupid little corners
and their meaning
supposed to be meaning
lunch
and things that are mundane
I am not mundane
I am red wine
and little thoughts
big thoughts
and you
where do I belong?
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