You are a mess.
A copy of the 'The complete plain words' is buried-
At the bottom of a pile. A distant memory of a person I want to be but-
I am not that person.
You wear paper everywhere but there are 2 pink post-it notes
which always make me smile.
'Wake me up. Time. 7:58 am. on Friday 18th Dec'.
'Remember its non uniform on Friday 18th December'.
A nudge from a little brother who worries like his older sister.
I saw them too late. You should have told me.
You hide my bank statements, and letters from friends.
My address book which is getting full of addresses
Of people I don't speak to much anymore.
Receipts and old student ID cards.
Invalid student oyster.
Passport.
A deodorant I never use.
Pins and pens and pencils.
Bottle of water.
Lamp.
Glasses case.
Books on top of books.
A copy of 'Slouching towards Bethlehem'.
Tucked away.
You are a mess.
We are a mess.
Things fall apart;
The centre is trying to hold.
A copy of the 'The complete plain words' is buried-
At the bottom of a pile. A distant memory of a person I want to be but-
I am not that person.
You wear paper everywhere but there are 2 pink post-it notes
which always make me smile.
'Wake me up. Time. 7:58 am. on Friday 18th Dec'.
'Remember its non uniform on Friday 18th December'.
A nudge from a little brother who worries like his older sister.
I saw them too late. You should have told me.
You hide my bank statements, and letters from friends.
My address book which is getting full of addresses
Of people I don't speak to much anymore.
Receipts and old student ID cards.
Invalid student oyster.
Passport.
A deodorant I never use.
Pins and pens and pencils.
Bottle of water.
Lamp.
Glasses case.
Books on top of books.
A copy of 'Slouching towards Bethlehem'.
Tucked away.
You are a mess.
We are a mess.
Things fall apart;
The centre is trying to hold.
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