Poetry

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

  • Sitting unplugged from it

    Sitting into the alone

    By myself but I think of you

    And I wonder why

    I still yearn for you

    And you married her like I knew you would

    Are you happy?

    Today I thought

    I’m poor but I’m happy

    And what it all comes down to

    Is that everything is fine

    But you still haunt me in the moments that I have nothing left to see

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  • Sometimes I wonder if I got better

    Or if I just accepted my lot in life and shut up about it

    Maybe I just gave up fighting it

    Maybe I’m the one who stopped caring how unimportant I am

    Maybe I stopped thinking about how insignificant I am because I accepted it

    Even when I try not to think of him I think of him

    So if I’m not thinking of something it must be because I’ve given up

    Even though I’ve given up on him

    Or anyone else

    There’s no such thing as fate

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  • Help I’ve been trying to hold on

    And I can’t hold on much longer

    Just hanging by a thread

    What was short now is shorter

    Can’t be called by the same name

    Only something new is born now

    Was the shape of something new

    And now I’m just stuck on you

    And now I’m really stuck on you

    It was a joke until he walked in

    Why does he walk in?

    Who said you could come in here?

    In my head?

    I should go right up and smack the perfect off your face

    You stupid perfect man

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  • I’m not in love with you I’m in love with my ideas of you

    Right?

    What it would be like to be with you

    How you are

    Who you are

    I don’t know you

    We are complete strangers

    Though once I stood mere metres away

    So close yet so far

    I was so alone in a room of hundreds

    Not enough for you

    Not worth your time

    Maybe you were tired

    Whatever excuses we never met

    We probably never will

    I wish we could meet eachother in a fateful moment

    But there’s no such thing as fate

    I made it all up in my head

    But I still yearn for you

    How cruel

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  • I feel it in the spot my heart should be

    Not quite

    Something not right

    Don’t feel fulfilled

    Something is missing

    I feel it like a stitch out of place in an otherwise perfect day

    And desperately I try to identify this feeling of

    Not quite full

    Maybe it’s because I’m missing him?

    Who knows

    But it’s missing

    Stuck on the feeling

    It’s not right

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  • I keep sitting here in pieces

    Not expecting you to read this

    But I wish that I could say something to you

    Walking round in circles

    Trapped inside these four walls

    And there’s nothing in this world that I can do

    Wishing you could see me

    At the very least you’d see me

    Thinking I’ll forever be insane

    Beautiful music dreamer

    Apollo drawing nearer

    Could you just be somewhere I can see?

    You’re so very very busy

    I know that you’ll miss me

    If only you could spend some time with me.

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