I feel sick tonight
sweating under my duvet and staring at the ceiling
whilst hope sits maternally at my bedside
as if I were an ill child,
weeping into her hands.

We both thought this would be a fresh start,  
now I’m both legs down
sitting at my bedroom window
As the sun sets through the glass of my terrarium.
But make no mistake, I’m much happier than I was last month.

I’ve got a fresh new healing journey,
twenty-five-hundred dollars saved for Europe,
Lana Del Rey’s Summertime Sadness,
and a pretty face.
I’ll be just fine.