Selene -

I know this seems self-centred but I am so I don’t care

Though things have gone to shit I still look good in underwear

I save up my best life for my social media

A healthy mix of comedic vulnerability for love

What am I?

I think I’m running out of time

No-one's problems outweigh mine

What’s wrong with nights alone and wine?

That’s not the truth, not even close

I spend my time walking around talking to ghosts

But what’s real is my friend’s lost two kids

I should get over myself and all my fucking business

Selene

Sometimes I lie awake at night consumed by jealousy

With all my catholic shame that radiates from inside me

I romanticise over thoughts of you and I

From holidays to Christmas plays to being the father of your child

What am I?

I think I’m running out of time

No-one's problems outweigh mine

And you are never on my mind

That’s not the truth, no not at all

I move around this space shuffling from wall to wall

But what’s the answer?

My friend’s get cancer

I should get out of my head and over myself

Selene

Selene

Selene

Selene