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 have to try to go home now
You have to leave
What a thing to say
What a thing to say to someone
But I only ever find home alone
In the moments I am alone I find home
In moments
Always fleeting
I feel at home for just seconds
Or minutes
Just never with anyone else
And I want to go home you see
So you have to leave
But please come back because I hate being alone and this is the least alone I’ve been in years
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It’s no longer a dress rehearsal it’s no longer prep for distant futures it’s just
Thinking of you
Thinking of you and then thinking
I’m in the wrong
Because after all I just wanted to save you and you’re saved so where does my mind even go?
What saving you is done
How does it save you
To think of things never coming never happening
How far do I have to go before thoughts of you are gone
I wish I could know
How I wish I could know
How to make these none premonitions go
Why does it mirror itself
Why can I not just forget you
If I don’t love you?
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It’s better than it was it’s something else
Something else so there’s no need to think of it or worry
I wish I could stop thinking about this disgusting fantasy
I wish you could hear my father say disgusting so you know what I hear
All British disappointment and
Dripped in poison
I wish I could stop finding myself thinking of him and thinking we would be together
Or even talking
Or even thinking of him
I wish I could stop it drop it roll it
And then smoke it away like I wish I could drink it away
Like I wish doing all these drugs made it actually disappear
Seeing him and missing him and knowing she is out there missing him and she actually gets to stop missing him someday
How my mind can’t handle how my heart hurts silently wishing them all the best through the tears I stopped shedding
When my heart stopped beating
When I stopped speaking
With my heart
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I’m just a worrier
A warrior
Of worrying
A champion?
Worry worry worry
Love is passing me by
It just passed by
Did you see it pass by
Passerby
As it does
There it goes I suppose it was wonderful while I worried while it lasted
Come and gone like the perfect storm
It’s just putting them there for the effect of the effect
Is it sarcasm or heartfelt
Who knows anymore
No one knows anymore
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This means war?
This Means War?
As of course as soon as I think of him he exists times the times since the moment I came for
What
God Joshua your songs make me scream at ghosts
Never ever ever never
Imagine seeing I can see I never get to know what being loved feels like
If only I had some dew of me I could put on people’s eye lids
Shakespeare
God you’re weird
This means what?
Lover from another
Time
Who appears to be speaking directly to me
Stop it you cad
Why do I feel I’ve just opened an entire box of desperately loving
Yet another lover
Written in pages
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These daytime nightmares are wearing me down
This should would could haven’t won’t never just keeps going round
The thoughts of having thought of sleep because it’s there
Only ever do I remember it having been there in the darkness the dark place the dream space the only world I understand
Never had I thought perhaps it wasn’t worth a closer look I merely never would without being told to
I’m running out of time to have a happy life my days are numbered and they’ll end
When they do will it be without having known
What a real ending looks like
Any good one