unfold my heart like origami paper
smooth out the creases
where tiny red pebbles catch
in cracks
pitched up by a running track
near my flat
in Zurich
I’m broken open
low-key grief the loss
of runs in the dark
we shared so much
I took it all in didn’t I
does anyone else feel
nostalgia for metal grates
in paths that no one else noticed?
It was mine, mine, mine… my love
don’t know I could ever
go back
you can’t step in that
same snow twice
oh for a drink
drunk-comfort
an old friend
to avoid
all those things
the fear, afraid, scared and cold
like
I fucked up
clairevetica 