#grunge thoughts

you’re the only friend I need

sharing beds like little kids

laughing til our ribs get tough

but that will never be enough

i want to crawl back into the dirt from which i was made. im tired and alone. back to the earth is where i belong. there are no warm arms and a chest for me to lay upon with content and happiness. i am full of words and song, but im surrounded by no one. i could set up a mirror and have more engaging conversations with the girl who stares back.