Contents Poem by Doral Deepset

A dreamt dream
(but not fully spent)

a little love
(only slightly used)

a loneliness of nights

a hopeless hope
entangled in yet more empty nights

tears
a candle cried

a fuzzy longing
sticky with despair

some useless
illusions

a cheap happiness
(nothing too expensive)

a second hand
possibility

a too bright
madness

a lost hope
(a stolen kiss)

hopelessness
hopelessness

an out of date tenderness

the usual broken
heart

a measly 2 Euros.

Contents
of the suicide’s

pockets.