Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • I wonder what it would be like to be with someone who loves me

    Someone who I love who loves me

    I’ve seen what fake love looks like

    What is real love?

    I wonder if I get to know it too

    Someday maybe

    Just maybe

    I wish I could see a sunset next to my true love

    But what love is true?

    So many fakes and frauds

    So many users and abusers

    So many

    And I am tired of losing

    Better to avoid the battle of relationship

    Just cruise through unseen

    Maybe it’s better I’m invisible

    I’m already so tired

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  • I wish he’d taken a chance on me

    But I should have known better

    And now we don’t know each other no matter how I wish we did

    I just want to know him

    Just a little bit like

    Just a hello every once in a while

    Just a how are you

    So I could know at least that little bit about him

    Because I don’t know anything about him

    But I do love him

    Undeniably I am at his service on this Earth

    Ready and waiting

    Mostly waiting

    I wouldn’t care if my life were no different and I just knew him

    I do not expect anything to change at all

    But what could I possibly offer a musical genius

    I wonder if he’d take my voice

    Like some twisted little mermaid where the prince is both the prince and the sea witch

    And I have no father just me being a dumbass

    I wish I had something to offer him

    I’d show up at his door with it in my arms

    I wouldn’t though because I don’t know or care to know where he lives

    I don’t want to invite myself into anyone’s life

    I just wish I could know him

    Just for a second

    No at least a minute

    It’s all I want

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  • Imagine I was one of those violent crazy people in love with a celebrity

    I’d probably get a lot more attention

    I’m completely ineffectual

    Maybe it’s better this way

    I don’t want him to be in any real danger

    I’d rather not be a danger to anyone

    Including myself

    Imagine I had some sense of entitlement towards him

    And followed him to every concert demanding his attention

    So many ways I could be far worse for him than I am

    I wonder if he feels relieved that I’m incapable of doing anything

    I wonder if he knows I exist

    It would be nice to have fans but not crazy fans, well

    I mean if they’re my kind of crazy they’re probably just helpless sad people like me

    I wouldn’t mind having some crazy fans that are harmlessly crazy like I am

    Harmless and dedicated

    I used to believe he was ignoring me

    Now it’s easier to believe I am invisible because if he is ignoring me

    Then I won’t know what to think of him

    Wish I could know what is happening in his head

    Imagine I was one of those crazy fans that shows up every where and didn’t just write harmless poems lost in the internet

    Imagine I believed that him and I had any chance together, that would be a laugh

    Just ineffectual me

    Waiting for someone to notice me

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  • Unrequited and all that it means

    Not even in the running it seems

    How after all could I be in line

    When I’m entirely invisible all the time

    I wonder what it feels like to be seen by him

    See him seeing you

    I wish I could know just for a moment

    I suppose the world would be too perfect if it had worked out

    Too good

    My world is mediocre and his is extraordinary

    I just wish I could taste it for a moment

    Just see his perfection eye to eye for a moment

    Just for a moment

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  • My number one goal was to get you to notice me

    And we see how well that went

    I just want to be visible

    Be seen

    Stop being just some person you don’t know

    I want to be something to you

    Anything

    But trying for so long has left me disheartened, disenchanted, and disengaged

    I’m sure there’s some way to get to you

    But I already try, try, tried

    With nothing to show

    So sick of having nothing to show

    Goal number one

    Failed miserably

    Failed spectacularly

    Failed

    There’s no other goal for me to try for this was my last try

    Just wish it meant something

    Just wish you’d read it

    Just wish I was worthy of your precious time

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  • I want to say something to you

    Something

    Something that will elicit a response

    Just trying to get the magic words

    What can get to you

    Get to you in a way that will inspire a reply

    But I look through all my words

    And I’m certain none will fall right

    Just more words said into the silence

    I don’t know what I did to deserve this

    Don’t know if I can take responsibility for something I did when I was sick and can’t remember

    Just wish I knew the right words to say to get something back

    It seems so pointless to spill all these words for no reason

    Just wish I had the magic words

    Just wish we could meet so I could show you

    How much I care

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