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Untitled - nothing seems to fit...

 Just something I wrote when boredom overcame me. I've been sick in bed for the last 2 days, so it's not like I've had anything else to do xD

I perch myself precariously on the window sill,
Looking out to nowhere; caring not if I fall.
Up here, I’m not alone; not sick anymore.
People down there are flitting back and forth.
There is no dark room with the dim desk light;
No phone left untouched for days and for nights.

I sigh.

I perch myself precariously on the window sill,
Eyes facing the moon. Body cool and still.
Breathing cobwebs onto the glass, I think.
Think of dropping to the ground; think of poisons to drink;
Think of any way out that doesn’t involve this –
That painful point as I turn when you kiss.