Poetry

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

  • 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

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