compost

i don’t think i ever will
get over it,
anything

i think i have egg shells under my eyes,
rotten rubbish piling up behind them.

and i want to change,
got told to change something (anything)
and i think i tried to fix me

i wish i didn’t collect
everything ever said to me (all bad)
and write it into my empty spaces

i wish i wasn’t filled with compost anymore

 

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