Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Don’t think of it
Forget it
Let it go
Walk away don’t give it words
Tumbling dropping falling
Hah
Someone help me
Haha
I know I know no one knows I can’t go crying
But I did it to myself so can’t I complain?
I cannot can I?
If he knew what I was thinking he’d cringe and think
That’s so gross
But he was happy in the fantasy until I realised I was doing it and crushed it as quickly as possible and fled the area
When I cried for help he was on the other end
Waiting for the call
My Christ
The cycle repeats and I don’t know how to get out of it and when I think about him thinking about me thinking about it it just hurts so badly because he couldn’t think well of me
If he never came
And now I feel sick to my stomach with trying not to cry but also knowing
I just want to be happy and loved
Why is it always him?
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This time Pleiades
Burned into my retinas
Just before he disappeared behind the hill
I stared him down into his core and watched as the water of the clouds turned him blue for a moment
Purple for another
Mischievous shading of the clouds in the past moments of light
I’m not blind yet
But if I do
I’ll just know the last thing I saw was the centre of my life and I loved it
So maybe it wouldn’t be so bad
To see you in a moment
To look you in the face
Means more to me than any embrace
Goodnight sweet light
I love your green
I can imagine it
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Suddenly it crept up on me
It’s just you and me
It’s just you and me
Who and
Me
Me and me
I’m stuck with myself I jerked away,
Changed the song
Mission impossible came on I wince, grit my teeth
Fight tears
Linkin Park
Drawbar
Like across my throat?
Where I can’t breathe
I can’t get away from myself
How I just want to be left alone
Anyone but you
I’d rather be trapped forever with anyone but you
Me
Me
I’d rather be trapped anywhere without me
Foreword
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Lost in the snow
Drifting about lost in
Lost in the madness
Pulling, scraping, lurching, dragging
Lost in the ground
In a darkness unyielding
Yet lost in the darkness where there is nothing left.
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Without them I.
Without them there’s.
Did you just burn a hook into my eyes you big ball of fire?
Do
Yes you did do
A right facing hook with a ball and then a rope
He says his love is the killing kind
Did he see you?
Has he seen you?
It’s fading now
The hook
Well yeah, I found another killer
We already went over it
So I’ll cuddle up to Saturn
And Persephone seems okay with that
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How to react to not reacting
I just read a book about slaves in the Americas
I’m rather painfully sobered
And it’s all wrapped up!
Look at them ten masterpieces in a row like ducks like
Oh I just do this sometimes
But
It’s more or less what I expected
But I still love him so that doesn’t get me anywhere
As upsetting as your pain is
The wall between us means I cannot and will not ever be able to touch your face and say
I know
I love you anyways
Well it’s disregarded
Isn’t it?
It must be.
I can only watch.