Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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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Love, they say, outdated and old.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