Poetry

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

  • Will I ever love anyone like I love you?

    Will I ever love anyone who loves me?

    In my mind all the time

    Mere words away from bubbling to the surface

    I’ve tried so hard to forget but I still feel the same

    Tried to tell myself he’s happy now

    Writing sappy fulfilled love songs about their happiness together

    This might be where the music leaves me

    Where I’m not welcome anymore

    Will I ever write 2000 poems for someone else?

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  • I wonder if I’ll ever be loved

    Not like how friends and family love me

    Like be loved

    By someone in love

    I try so hard not to count the days of my life that have gone by

    And I still have come so far without having experienced what it feels like to be loved

    By all accounts I am probably past or near my midlife.

    Still no one has loved me

    Don’t worry I’m not oblivious

    I am a fat ugly crazy person

    Maybe love just isn’t for me

    Love is something other people get to experience

    I wish it was though

    I wish love was for me

    Maybe they’d love more fiercely than I do

    A daydream

    I wish love was for me

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  • I just wish I had someone to talk to

    Like what I imagine having a best friend would feel like

    I don’t even want to talk about the waves crashing over me or the undertow threatening to pull me from my feet just

    How was you day

    Let me hear your complaints and your joys wrapped into your experience of the day

    But there’s no one here

    No one who can speak anyways

    I feel so locked away and suppressed

    I just want someone to speak something to

    But people always go their ways

    And no one really thinks of me that way

    So I’m stuck battling the waves alone

    Whirlpools forming around my ankles

    Just trying to keep my feet on foot

    And once again I face it alone

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  • It’s settling so sinkeningly sweet

    This madness that doesn’t make a peep

    It taunts me so subtle and so sly

    With words that make me scream and cry

    I can’t control it

    It’s just a feeling setting in

    It’s like the dawning

    Of the darkness fading in

    I do not want it here I wish it away

    If I could only find the words to say

    To make it empty

    Something to fight the endless

    Feeling like I’m going to die

    Without a single thing

    To make the thoughts come ring

    They come screaming in my head don’t scream

    I want to go back to the days

    When I wasn’t locked away

    Back to feeling like I’m something brand new

    But now my mind plays tricks on me

    Says things I rather wouldn’t see

    I wish I had someone to talk to instead

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  • When I see others feeling othered I want to reassure them that they are fine how they are

    But I don’t think I would listen if someone said it to me

    Trying to feel fine as I am is such a difficult process

    I feel so different

    I’ve never seen anything like me

    But if they are fine how they are

    Then considering I am the only one not suitable

    Would make me exceptional

    And I’m not exceptional

    I am not special

    I feel like the only one of me

    Nothing quite gets through

    But I know without a doubt the only you is you

    And you are beautiful

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  • It’s okay I’m completely sane

    Sane like all the other people and I’m trying not to take the ball that doesn’t belong to me

    And it’s simply terrifying because my mind goes

    Just goes

    Oh my god I was worried about some time loop

    Stop

    Breathe

    There’s a madness in me unlike anything

    That spends all it’s time trying to figure out

    It

    The answer

    To the question

    And at first I thought the question was Who do you love?

    And then I thought the question was What is love

    But the closer I get to this question

    Because I need to know the question to know the answer

    My mind goes

    And I wrote to answer the question

    And the closer I get to the universe the closer I get to some of either the best sex ever or the worst pain imaginable

    Or both at the same time

    I can’t read my own work, it drives me insane, so slow down a bit probably.

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