its fckin 12 am where i live and im posting this now

your friend asked you to help edit her essay

you agree because you don’t have much else to do

she doesn’t want to take up your time 

because you obviously have work of your own

but you know you procrastinate, at least you’re being productive now

you’re alone in your dorm now and it doesn’t feel like a triple

you and your roommate used to go to dinner together,

you haven’t eaten together for a few weeks now

seems that she finally found her friends

it’s empty and your coughs echo off the shabbily soundproofed walls

nobody comes to ask what you need or give you their mother’s soup recipe

your dad once said that only your family 

or lover will do this for you

and now you begin to think he might be right

about a lot of things

does this mean you’re grown up yet?

the law says you are but you aren’t so sure

you haven’t even got properly drunk yet so

This poem is about: 
Me

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