I will not always be this difficult.
I won’t always be crying
shaking, panicking
I will not always be shouting,
with bags piled on my back,
single figures in my bank,
food bank cards
& other peoples cigarettes.

I will have a key,
a room and a bed,
so you can hide
under the covers with me.

- pavements, or some other cheesy title, J.M

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