couldn't care less

in here, feeling awful
breaking thoughts in
two halves and
drowning them in gin

in here, completely drunk
breaking vows i made
to myself and
to everyone around me

in here, feeling small
breaking down in
tears of bitterness and
longing

out there, hurting everyone
and it matters so much more
than
in here, hurting myself


Some people have an overdose of comfort in their voice.
Other people’s timing is cruelly perfect.
And sometimes even the weather seems to mockingly match my mood.
This is when beauty is painful and art is powerful enough to make me cry.

Thank you for following your intuition. You know who you are.