My heart has a flat tire.
Today has been good, but today has been hard.
I am standing bare in front of the mirror. I am the most free right now. I feel the most beautiful right now.
you're a very very good person okay
What is good and why does being it matter?
My heart wears clunky shoes and stands in the middle of the party, but says nothing.
My heart needs an inhaler.
My heart stopped breathing.
I have made it to Illinois, over the threshold, and into my bed.
My heart is filled with missing.
In this poem you are eating soggy cereal on your worn out couch,
not caring about the hole in the third cushion or that it smells too much like cigarette smoke and vodka.
In this poem miracles are not extinct and you are not afraid of the howling wind, or anything else for that matter.
In this poem you are not screaming.
In this poem you are not staring in your bathroom mirror, pinching at your hips and thighs -
In this poem you do not care that you haven’t showered in three days or that your hair is greasy and unkempt.
In this poem you have stopped describing yourself as monster,
as destruction, as victim.
In this poem you are laughing.
In this poem you are not alone -
In this poem I don’t leave.
Song: Somewhere Only We Know
Artist: Lily Allen
Album: Somewhere Only We Know - Single