The nightfall leaves me feeling like an explosion all suppressed
These things got me in so weird a mood I could cry
and feel interesting and deep because of which is actually
nothing.
The writing of some other girl my fingers in my mouth.
I suck. I suck on them and I don’t really feel lonely,
I only want to.
Because of her because of illusions, because I like feeling
as if intellectual and misunderstood.
The fear of being normal and grey and absorbed in the crowd,
it’s terrifying – but what for?
If they’d see me
I wouldn’t know anything worth mentioning anyway.