Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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What a surprise
What a shock
Not
Just one more person in the revolving door that is my life
Making assumptions about me when they don’t know anything
Just people deciding who I am
No one fucking knows me
I’m so sick of people thinking they know me
And then coming along and telling me what I should be like
I don’t
I don’t
But they do
So good luck and goodbye
Meeting and parting repeatedly
Welcome to the airport that is my life
Now get on your fucking plane
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The juxtaposition of me crying
And you laughing
The juxtaposition of me all alone
And you with her
Jarring
Like I don’t quite belong here
Like I just don’t fit
In your world
I don’t belong here
In your world
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I just want to sleep
When I sleep sometimes he is there
And I don’t know who he is
But he loves me
In my dreams
I look for him
And sometimes he’s there
At least I get to dream someone loves me
Tricks of my own mind
Never during waking hours
Only at night
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If I was good I could have him
If I was good there would still be people
There’s no good here
Just a hole
There’s nothing good here
There’s just a hole
Holes aren’t good
Neither am I
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I wish I didn’t feel despair when thinking about romantic relationships
Didn’t see all the nothing in my life
It opens wide and swallows me whole into nothing
Your silence fucked me up
Now I think I deserve it
Your silence fucked me up
Now I expect to pour my heart out
And hear nothing
You fucked me up
Deciding to brush me off like a bug
Now I feel like one
I can’t see past 2000 fucking poems
And the silence that follows them
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There’s just so much
It’s locked inside
Doesn’t want to bubble up
If I let it out what will happen?
Probably a lot of nothing again
There’s never any answer
If I pour my heart out
There’s never any reason
If only there was a reason
For loving you
No matter how far away
I can feel you near
But you don’t feel me like I do
There’s no last hope
There’s no holding on
There’s nothing
There’s nothing