Manhattan
i’m with back pain
for years
laying down
in this coffin bed
cozy and warm
waiting for me to disintegrate
don’t look at the moon
tonight
i’ll - or it’ll - never be manhattan
but it would make me feel special
if you read the poems i sent you
or if you really cared about my day
or to be my friend
i gave up on being any good
but i need to be a good woman to myself
bring this love and attention to within
but anyway
right now i’m more at peace
i don’t expect much from anyone
and yeah, it sucks that you
didn’t even posted my poem
i wish i didn’t say anything
am i really at peace?
or i’m just spiraling in my
life-long quarantine?
i’m almost falling asleep
and i wonder
how many and how long
this inside suffering i’ll keep?
for years
laying down
in this coffin bed
cozy and warm
waiting for me to disintegrate
don’t look at the moon
tonight
i’ll - or it’ll - never be manhattan
but it would make me feel special
if you read the poems i sent you
or if you really cared about my day
or to be my friend
i gave up on being any good
but i need to be a good woman to myself
bring this love and attention to within
but anyway
right now i’m more at peace
i don’t expect much from anyone
and yeah, it sucks that you
didn’t even posted my poem
i wish i didn’t say anything
am i really at peace?
or i’m just spiraling in my
life-long quarantine?
i’m almost falling asleep
and i wonder
how many and how long
this inside suffering i’ll keep?
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