I’m in trouble.
I am not alone but I’m not a half of a real couple .
I think I’m stressed, borderline depressed.
In a strangers embrace. I ignore my disgrace.
Not sure if he’s married or what dangerous intentions he’s carried.
Things are crumbling.I was stable but now I’m stumbling.
I have no housing while the man I found arousing, his fire seems to be dousing.
I feel my belly rumble, a clear symptom of my impending tumble.
At the mercy of this city, despite my hate for pity.
Forever attracting the crazy, things are starting to look a little hazy.
I need to get my shit together, before I loose myself forever.
Like a never ending force, I show no remorse.
For being unequivocally me, life laid bare for all to see.
Photo by Suat Eman. Published on 04 May 2009
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