Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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It’s orange, the dusk
It’s orange before the colour drains out
It’s orange because it’s October
It’s orange
It’s bleeding fading away to pink it’s orange but the edges
Lighter lighter
To pink not red
Like it defies anyone to believe that orange doesn’t create pink
It doesn’t think it just creates the colours in the sky.
Diluted colour green fades out but the most prevalent colour
The reds stand out
The orange is pink now the orange is pink
Fading away into tomorrow
I wish I could sink with you to the plains I’ve never wandered
I wish I could find myself somewhere
I’d never been before
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It’s today
You should come over
See what I did there
Haha
No, you don’t
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry because I’m not the person you wanted to love you from all of your screaming
I’m sorry because I can’t protect you with cold arms and words about things I don’t understand
I’m sorry because I’ll never be able to fill the shoes of the person you really want
I’m sorry because I wanted to find you
But I didn’t.
I’m sorry because I tried to make you feel like the wrong someone else
I’m sorry because I want you so much I can’t stay away
I’m sorry I’m nothing
I’m sorry I’m nothing
I’m so sorry that I’m nothing
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Every day I hope it is the end
Just the end
The end
Every day nothing happens
And it’s unfortunate
So unfortunate
That every day the hope is burnt alive
And that the hope to live died long ago with the hope to love
They’re the same word, it just became a circle on the gravity of you
Like a whirlpool
I can’t get out of
Trapped in the spinning whirling waters
There’s a wish that never disappears
But at least I know where you are and that you’re looking at the same sky
That your smile exists somewhere even if it’s not for me
See I love you and want you to be happy
It’s me who needs to leave this place
You match it
You’re beautiful here and you fit
Just like all the misfits
They actually fit
Just not me
I’ll never see it in myself
And I can’t ask anyone else to
So it doesn’t exist
And I’m still nothing
Just in a different place
Do you want nothing yet?
I can promise you nothing
I can promise you all the nothing you could possibly want I could be
Your absolutely nothing
Instead of being your everything
I want you
But that’s just what makes me unwantable.
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I just have to get through the missing you
The missing you
I miss you every day the burning pain of missing you that consumes my entire body in the flame
Of missing you
I want you to know that you more than anyone are everything this world needs to be okay
Just be you like you do and you’ll be okay.
I wish I didn’t miss you because that would make making my way in the wrong direction hurt less
Like I’ve been bit and no matter what it pulls me back to what I can’t have I don’t know why I can’t stay away
From this feeling
Of missing you
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It burns
I burn a bit for you
When I didn’t think the thought was unwanted
I burned so much for you
Why can I turn this off but not that
Chase away the thought like
He never consented
And that’s that
But I burn for you in ways I’ll never say
I burn in ways you’ll never know
Because I want you so badly every day is just filled with this empty
No want could ever stand beside the need for you
They pale in comparison
They crumble away
Lying on the stone want of desire
I wish I could believe in the day we meet
But words of wishes
They just disappear
And I want to close my eyes and go with them
All the things that disappear
I want to go with you
Please just let me go with you
I can’t play or do anything of use
I’m useless
But I burn for you every day
I’m on fire
On fire
I’m on fire
But you’re so far out of reach
And you’re the only one who can make it better.
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How many licks does it take to get to the centre
But my question isn’t how many licks
It’s how many drips
How many pills
How many times do I give in to my body giving up
Before it gets back up again
All the breaking and aching and broken pieces and systems not working quite right
Burst capillaries muscles pulled by invisible string joints cracking creaking
Pop it’s in
Pop it’s out
Crunch it’s back in again.
How many times do I pat myself on the arm and say
You just need a day off
Or
You just needed some rest
Or
It’s okay that I feel so sick because it’ll be fine later
When it won’t
Sometimes ravens sound like turkeys
Why isn’t it turkies
Monkey
Pony
Damn Turks.