I waited aimlessly at the station,
Smoke spilling out of my lungs,
Coating the air with my tar-tainted breath.
I saw someone that looked exactly like you.
It’s funny really.
You were once the face that launched
A thousand ships,
Now you look just like a stranger.
Amused, I turn and walk back to the car,
Reminiscing on my half-hearted hatred
For myself, the world, and unspeakably,
Even you.
It’s funny really.
That your softest of touches could not tame
My insufferable illness.
I walk to the end of the car park,
Tuck myself up in my ceramic shell,
And long for sleep.
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