Poetry

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

  • If one love you get

    Where does that leave me?

    Was I never really in love?

    Or was my love just not worth as much?

    Is my love not worth as much?

    I wake up at night

    Sweating through my skin and my joints are tight

    Screaming who do you love

    Wondering where you are today

    What you’re doing

    How you’re feeling

    Was it not enough?

    But I got so attached

    Begging every day for a moment that

    Could lead me to your light

    I didn’t want a fight

    I tried so hard

    I thought that you’d be here

    But you just disappear

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  • Fuck Father’s Day

    Fuck Father’s Day and all the deadbeat fathers who think they deserve to have a day dedicated to them

    Fuck not there fathers

    Fuck half assed fathers

    Fuck fathers who emotionally abused their children and remain in complete ignorance of what they did

    I’ve never met a father who deserved a day of dedication

    Is a birthday not enough?

    Fuck greedy fathers

    Fuck fathers who use their children

    Fuck Father’s Day

    You don’t deserve it and I hope you know it

    Father

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  • I just want to feel better

    But I can’t afford it

    I can’t afford to feel like a normal person

    I keep dreaming if only if only

    But there’s no way to say it

    I need it to live

    Because they never bothered to study Fibromyalgia

    And I can’t afford it

    So I can’t afford to live

    All my needs are met but I’m not living

    In pain

    In fog

    Alone

    At the very least I wish I could afford to live

    Why is that so much to ask for?

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  • Alone and alone

    I know I’m not alone in my experiences

    Many many humans

    But I’m alone

    The more I interact with people

    The more alone I feel

    Like I’m on the other side of a wall

    And I can’t be heard knocking

    It’s clear like glass and I can see them

    They’re interacting

    Friends

    And I’m

    Just something else entirely

    Who knows?

    I don’t

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  • Pain

    Sitting in a room full of people

    And all I think is

    Pain

    I used to love the rain

    Used to love cloudy days

    Now they bring me pain

    My beautiful rain

    My beautiful rain

    I miss feeling your drips on my skin and feeling bliss

    Without pain

    I wish I could go back to days where I danced

    With my beautiful rain

    I mourn the days I loved the rain

    Now my favourite thing

    Just hurts

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  • This one is for you

    No, this time I really mean you,

    Dear reader,

    I see you

    Thank you

    I don’t think I would have a reason to continue without you

    These walls would be very empty without your gaze upon them

    We appreciate your presence and hope you are doing well in all that you are and if not?

    I hope there is hope and I hope there is light and a very dear person once wrote the words

    If they say who cares if one more light goes out?

    I do

    So hang around a bit.

    Even if it’s just in spite of all the gods/circumstances/assholes and what they’ve done to you

    Spit in their faces by existing

    Someone sees you,

    And cares that you are there.

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