22/12/13 We’d decorate our room Instead of our bodies

We could share a hospital room
to stitch up our wounds.
We won’t feel so alone at night,
afraid of the dark,
the future, life in general.

We’ll stop eating apples
and have the doctors at our sides
pumping us full of pills and fluids
as we pump each other up.
We will stay away from the asylum.

You’ll see me at my weakest,
hold me when I need it.
When you’re weak I’ll be strong.
Maybe it isn’t the room we need
but each other in it.

We’ll have the world figured out
as it learns about us.

We could live in solitude together,
Live lonely side by side,
Our misery will have company,
Have conversations about being antisocial.


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