Poetry: Day 676

notnotnerdygirl

i’m the kind of tired
that eats your bones
and melts your brain
spent too long in the sun
burning up my memories
but thanks for coming to the party
that i don’t remember having
you poured alcohol down my throat
and i laughed
i laughed
i laughed
i laughed until i cried
i’m the kind of tired
where my body has turned to mist
and i’m not even sure
that i’m alive
i know you took photos
on the disposable camera
before i fell
before i was drunk
before i was too tired to think

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