I'm sorry I've been wistful and half-hearted with my colouring in

All my yellows are pale and I'm sickly with my greens

And I'm twisting

Brickstone red in my teeth

Until my gums bleed

I can't go out like this, it's unseemly and sort of, tongue tripping over teeth

I'm losing pieces of myself

In the living rooms of friends, it's a sideways glance

I'm done dancing in-between

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So long, life ain't short, it's long

It's long, goddamn it

I'm so well dressed for someone with no sense of self

But I'm slipping into being

I'm brimming at the surface of my skin; opening