Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I find it decidedly unfair
How I am linked to him but not he to me
That I spend every day with thoughts of him buzzing about
But he goes through his day entirely without
Without whatever I am
I am a stranger unheard of
And he is my most treasured man
How unbalanced that is
How is it that this is allowed to stand?
I mean fuck it I love him
But he doesn’t even know I exist
And not in a teenage “but he doesn’t know I exist” way
I literally don’t exist in his universe
I don’t exist in many universes but his is the one I want to exist in
I want to
I wish to
I wish I could will it to be
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There you go setting again
And here I go looking directly at you because
Because why not?
Merely a glance upon your greatness
Greatness like you’re large
And on fire
And here we go again with the push and pull
You’re coming back again and soon you’ll be too close
But for now I will wish you ever closer and enjoy your every ray
If there’s anyone I truly owe my debts to
It’s you
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Thinking about you a lot today
Put on your music and gave my empty store a concert
Someday
Someday
I want to sing on the stage again like you do
I want to stand on stage and be seen like you are
But I’ve been thinking of you
And your musical genius
I wonder what time you get up in the morning?
Or afternoon whatever suits you
I wonder what you had for breakfast
I wonder if you have the same excitement for food and my guinea pigs and bunny do
I wish I could show it to you
Because I think it’s important
I want to know what you’re doing
Where you’ve been
How you’re doing
Just be in good health
I just want you to be in good health
Want you to know you’ll be in my life forever more and I love the moments you’re in it
I want us to be here together
Even though we’re apart
I’m just glad I got to be here to see someone like you
Don’t think I’ll ever break the wall down
But I want to see you
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I like bums
Specifically women’s bums
Simply because men’s are usually flat
I like the shape and the curvature
I have absolutely zero sexual interest in these bums
I just like them
I also like animal bums because they’re cute
But I just wonder, why?
Or rather, why am I different?
Again these comparisons between me and anyone else, but I wonder
For me it’s just the shape and it pleases me
Doesn’t change my opinion of the person one way or another
Just, Oh that’s nice, and then on to the next thing
I’m made to understand other people get sexual feelings when looking at those parts of the body yet I have none
I just like them
I have to be careful because some people don’t like to be told they have a nice bum
But I tell other animals that all the time
Humans are peculiar
Like, why am I attracted to bums (platonically) and not, say, elbows?
Peculiar
So very peculiar
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I’ve got my psychosis in a head lock
It keeps insisting that by existing I am causing all suffering
And then insisting that I am the only true being in the universe
And I was thinking about this
And realised the misstep
Dear psychosis if you will explain how if I am truly the only being in the universe
Why does it matter if my existence is causing suffering?
Why if I am the only one here
Then they are all simply something else
Don’t worry I am not accepting the alternative fact that I am the only one
I merely must point out this ultimate error that allows me once more to escape from these incessant thoughts
You’ve been beaten by my inability to stop thinking for one bloody second
Of course I know this is just round one I’m not letting my guard down
It’s exhausting battling madness
Such a drain on resources
Especially when the only casualty is myself
I don’t know how to rally troops around me
I feel like I’m constantly battling for my life alone
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I see a stranger with a guitar on their back
And I wonder what stories they tell
I picture him with a guitar on his back
But he plays damn near anything
I want my own musical genius
I would sing all his songs for him
To him
Maybe make some of my own
And I don’t care about fame or money I just want the musical part
Maybe he’d teach me the parts I never knew because I never learned
How I’d love to listen to him go on for hours about musical things I can’t quite grasp but listen to anyways
Just to hear him
And his love for music
I want my house to be a duet
How I’d love someone to sing with
I could try to learn it all on my own but
I want someone who is invested in me to teach me
Someone
And I know I use he a lot but if any other genders want to get involved that would be cool just
Wish I had someone to share my time with
Someone who I love that loves me