To Birmingham

To Birmingham

A Poem by Emily Cunningham
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I was on my way to Birmingham when I wrote it, hence the name.

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I break down.

Cry out,

moan.

We slip in

to this routine,

habit.

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


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