Poetry

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

  • All delicate face with

    Will cut you

    Cheek bones

    All perfect hairline and

    Am I doing this right?

    But doing it while just doing it

    Thine lips

    If only they were roses

    These eyes could set upon them from sunrise to sunset

    And then dream of them without regret

    Your eyes make my heart stop listening

    Every time no matter what

    Your eyes

    I could drown in them like water

    I could melt on them like fire

    Lost in them

    So beautiful

    So beautiful

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  • Trying to find a balance between caring too much

    And not caring

    Trying to find a balance between breaking down over strangers

    And seeing strangers as strangers

    Where is the answer to how to live loving without getting hurt?

    The lovers loving lose it first

    Is this why so many

    So many

    Don’t see the individual in every one?

    Every person’s a stranger, now we’re done

    And how does the heartbroken fair?

    Torn apart by words and air

    Trying to find the spark in all

    But always set up for the fall

    What happens to those who just want to love

    Told they’re wrong and that when push comes to shove

    Every lover will only end up broken

    Their gates of love tight shut, not open

    This unlimited resource becomes rarer than diamonds

    The lover gets beat every time and

    Where is the love, in a world so cold?

    Love, they say, outdated and old.

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  • You get what you deserve

    Every song singing thus is removed

    You only get what you give

    Disappears into the void too

    What goes around don’t come around

    Begins to sound more and more true

    What you give doesn’t come back to you

    It makes me cry

    Forces tears to my eye

    The unfair

    The wrong

    The pain of another person saying

    Whatever you have you deserve it

    And looking around the life living

    Wondering why no matter how I try it always comes back to make me want to die

    I’m screaming

    Please help me live

    And what I get

    Is truly the opposite

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  • I miss you in the moments it doesn’t happen how it should

    In the moments left floundering

    Like a ghost you’re over my shoulder

    I see my moment

    Think of yours

    I miss what it could have been

    The moment

    Moments lost

    I miss you

    I miss the roads left untravelled

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  • Nowhere to turn

    Lost and alone

    He’s using me

    He’s using me

    Can’t escape

    Can’t make up the change

    Drowning and he’s watching

    Drowning as he’s watching

    Can’t imagine what it would feel like to be loved anymore

    All I see

    All I see

    Is this wasteland infront of me

    No one to save me from the beast

    Who sleeps next to me

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  • The feeling of a missed hand

    Be it a held one, a hit one, or a shake

    The feeling in your chest when you miss a hand

    That drop just below your breast bone

    The clench

    The discomfort you hide

    The loss you leave behind

    One thousand thousand trespasses forgotten in the wind

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