Nice Guys

I think I ran away to Korea
to get away from a truth that sat
on my chest as I sat
on the sofa of an apartment that
before,
had felt like being ‘adult’

and after, felt like being trapped.

I think I did the things I did in Korea
to convince myself that
I was still the same person
(despite the fact), but

everything has changed.

Everything has changed. How can
I sleep? My eyelids conspire with my mind.

There is the weight. There is the wall.

I think about sitting

in a towelling dressing gown
while my flatmate gets ready for work,
not knowing whether to shrug or cry.
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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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