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i saw you the other day in a swirl of lavender
whirling through like my dreams
and my heart, it gave a tug
it gave a rustle a shiver i
stood breathless for a split
eternity
i feel as if i will never love anyone
the way i looked at you
(regardless, i no longer dream)
whirling through like my dreams
and my heart, it gave a tug
it gave a rustle a shiver i
stood breathless for a split
eternity
i feel as if i will never love anyone
the way i looked at you
(regardless, i no longer dream)
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Things they don't tell you.
Things they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:
When you wake the next morning, you still
need to get out of bed in time for work, you still
have to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brush
your teeth and hair;
and when your mother calls
to check in, you have to comfort her because she lost
her dad last night;
and when you call your grandmother
your voice cannot waver lest you upset her, because
she lost a man she's known for seventy years and even
though she would never hold it against you, you still
feel obligated not to cry;
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...but nobody came.
one.
you will wake up in the morning,
when the day is fresh.
you may not recall the way you fell
but you will feel your flesh,
slick with dew and aching.
you will not see the sun
conquer the horizon.
it has beat you
down and out,
like passion's flame.
two.
you will shatter at the mention
of remembrance.
at the ankles, you will glass
and crash accordingly.
you were built for this,
the pressure of existence.
you recall
that you were told
you could do it all.
three.
night will not welcome you.
you will call out to windows
and thunder out desperate text.
there will be times
that the dark
grins.
its teeth are stark white.
four.
it will
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cynical: arsenical
splinter-thorn boy,
it will all start to
d i s i n t e g r a t e
beneath you
you are
the least beautiful way to unravel -
all maggot-rot, no
split-thread, no
ribbon-torn boy
an architect of
self-abuse;
a god of
ru(i)n(n)ing
[away] &
no:
there is nothing holy about you
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im a fucking mess
i saw the girl i was in love with for three years and she was so beautiful and i didnt think about her for a while but now i cant stop thinking about how i held her hand and braided her hair and the sad way she smiled when i confessed to her
how do i turn off my emotions
i saw the girl i was in love with for three years and she was so beautiful and i didnt think about her for a while but now i cant stop thinking about how i held her hand and braided her hair and the sad way she smiled when i confessed to her
how do i turn off my emotions
this poem makes no sense. im sorry
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so friggin gorgeous
dont be sorry
and i think this sort of pain never really fully goes away i'm sorry you had to experience that but stay strong ily
dont be sorry
and i think this sort of pain never really fully goes away i'm sorry you had to experience that but stay strong ily