I have nothing interesting to contribute to this conversation. I haven't been anywhere or done anything so great, not for lack of trying.
It wears off and the real me starts crawling up like a sickness. A drug withdrawel.
Her face looks at me from movie posters. She walks by me on the street. How can I compete?
Nothing is mine. Anything- I'll take a piece of the world for home, your heart, their attention, something permanent.
Qoute unquote medicine.
I hope I don't throw it up.
I did look pretty in those photos. Still I had nothing good to say.