Poetry

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

  • Ow

    Like straight shot to the fucking heart

    Ow

    And how I want to smile and say

    So fucking what

    Who needs him

    Take him

    He’s nothing

    And inside I’m screaming

    Wrong wrong wrong

    Because I followed all the street signs and read all the directions

    And I ended up absolutely fucking no where

    With no one

    And nothing

    And I want to smile

    And run my nails through the walls

    And say

    Absofuckinglutely.

    This is where I got

    Of course I’m wrong

    And the tears don’t mean a thing

    Just that it hit right home

    Of course you’re right

    There’s no bigger rejection than absolute silence

    It’s the truth

    I was wrong

    And I’m not worthy of him

    Or anyone

    I’m not

    I just want to sleep

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  • Does cuing love true truly bring any one?

    For many a times it would have been best

    If only if only

    Whoever is writing this novel

    Do they see me?

    Does anyone see me?

    Love true

    Who are you?

    Where?

    And wherefore?

    Did I do it wrong?

    The spells

    The charms

    The visualising

    Just

    Manifest it

    They say

    So where?

    If it’s so easy…

    Can I cue you now?

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  • What are you doing?

    Where ever you are

    Are you asleep beside her?

    I’m really not far

    Just find myself wondering

    As the clock draws near

    What it was that stopped you

    Dislike or fear?

    Did you even wonder

    Did you even look

    I wanted to meet you

    So badly I’ve shook

    Is it true?

    That instead of see me

    You’d rather drown?

    Did you even see me?

    Or am I still a clown?

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  • I know I’m not good enough for you

    But she isn’t either

    At this rate no one will be good enough

    But you’ll still stay with her

    She doesn’t treat you right

    But you’ll think this is how you deserve it

    You could have anyone you want

    And you picked an abusive one

    Is that my fault? At least she doesn’t hit you

    But she’ll laugh in your face

    And make fun of you

    And you love this?

    Masochists are so sad.

    You’re so sad.

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  • You kept me awake last night

    Thinking of you

    Trying to think of anything else

    But still thinking of you

    My mind just finds a way to you

    Like a glowing beacon of light

    But I know I’ll never have you

    Nothing makes it right.

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  • I think you’re beautiful, but you don’t think so

    I think you’re valid, but you can’t hear

    I think you should try

    But what use am I?

    To tell you of a possible tomorrow

    To tell you to just hold on

    What use am I?

    If I cannot make it better?

    How can I help you?

    When I am so damn far away

    What can I do for you?

    Besides spout ineffectual nonsense

    I wish I could help you

    I wish I could make you feel understood

    I wish you didn’t feel alone

    If only, if only.

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