To Birmingham

To Birmingham

A Poem by Emily Cunningham

I was on my way to Birmingham when I wrote it, hence the name.


I break down.

Cry out,


We slip in

to this routine,


I slip out of this dress.

You are hard to handle.

I am out of my mind.

Default setting,

self destruct.

I write poetry on trains, buses.

F**k boys.

Never men.

Get fucked.

We both do.

© 2014 Emily Cunningham

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Added on February 22, 2014
Last Updated on February 22, 2014
Tags: travelling, love, romance, sex, exes, selfdestruct, drugs, boys, men, poetry, metaphor