Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I wonder if I came alone
Never found my people
Just people
They all go by the way side
Different directions
Different paths
Faded away
Never
Sssynced
Up
Maybe I’m alone
Alone
Alonly the lonely survive
The guitar cries
Maybe I survive
Says the siren
Sings the song
Never close enough
Close enough
Maybe I’m alone
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Does it hurt?
Perhaps if I flit flying
Away away from the pain
Here the question repeats
Does it hurt?
More than words can describe
The hole left in me
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How I wish I could be free of these moments
Moments where I love him and I miss him
And he said “I love you” too.
What did it mean? Did it simply cease to exist in that moment?
Where did all of the love up until then go
I wonder
Whispers in spoken violence
I love him
Love me not
We must never speak again
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And it hurts because to think of the future
But wasn’t that what just happened wasn’t that my future?
I…
And left to put back together the pieces
Does the glue make it stronger over time?
Such a bond so completely finished
Just a snip
But I miss
But I wish I didn’t
If I want a future now I have to make it
By myself
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Pain, pain
Go away
If only it meant the weather could stay
Why must you hurt me so with your shifts
And your dew
When I love you so much
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Managing finances with fibromyalgia.
That was a joke.
Managing to remember an important thing with fibromyalgia.
That was another.
It’s so much all the time for no reason and it sucks like a black hole.
I’m just the galaxy trying to keep my light out of it.