Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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So easy to forget me and put me on the shelf.
Easy to pretend I don’t exist and turn off the messages.
So easy to erase everything I am with disregard and silence.
So I wake up in tears and you wake up just fine.
I should look at you and be glad you’re not hurting.
I should be able to put away my pain and let you be happy without me
Without me
I’ll live through it
I know I’ll live through it
I don’t want to should be an acceptable answer but it’s not
I love you but it’s not good enough
Forgiveness didn’t even factor in I can forgive every little thing over and over again
But it never matters.
Shaking hands and muscles tired.
Working minimum wage in my dreams for free.
I think my cat is sick.
She was lying on the couch.
They always visit before they go.
Nightmares.
I know you lie but I have no fight and I don’t want to make more and more and more mistakes
I just don’t want to be alone anymore.
I keep begging for someone to come help me get up and
They try so hard with rainbows and little things
But I keep sinking and I feel so greedy asking for more
Why do I feel so lonely and alone when things that make me smile keep happening
Where are you?
Why aren’t you here it’s so easy
It’s too easy
Right?
The world beat me to a pulp and no one wants to help me with the pieces
And every relationship I’m just too desperate for
So they all pull away
The more I need someone the less someone is here
The more I need company the more alone I am
Tell me how to be secure in a life no one wants to connect to
Tell me why everyone leaves and no one wants to come back
They told me if I let them go they’d come back but no one ever does
Fly away
Flying away
Goodbye forever
Every time
I want you to stay please stay I stopped begging
Silent I watch them all walk.
And he was never coming to begin with.
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You don’t want this, but I love you.
You don’t need this, but I love you.
You didn’t ask for this, but I love you.
So many days go by where online is all I see of people living and I wonder if I’m living at all.
I’ll love you until the day I die and that I don’t promise it’s just the truth.
Somewhere out there you’re having a better night than me again but this time I’m not pretending
I’m just lying here wishing you were here or that something had gone right or that I didn’t fall right on my face.
Keeping pace losing faith
Losing face falling grace
If only somewhere there had been something clear and I had just listened.
Never told anyone
I’d still be loving you in a fantasy where every excuse was just fine by me you’d be home someday I’d still believe
Love and a lie.
At least I’d be blissfully ignorant and still writing you love poetry like
There you are living how you were meant to, healing others even though you don’t feel you can heal yourself
Isn’t it so presumptuous?
Quiet soft sobbing in the cell
Didn’t you think before you wrote anything or did you just
Decide you knew all these complete strangers because you were sad and lonely
Pathetic.
Don’t worry
I’m doing a better job knocking me off my feet than you ever could.
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The car broke down a bit but the electrical system was always broken so we can’t tell what’s wrong
Without complete system diagnostics
They grow back.
Everyone keeps telling me I have a broken wing
A man with a owl hoodie told me
I was having a rough go at it
And to have a good day.
I’m trying really hard.
He talked me into trying the meds again
Now that everything has settled
Now that we don’t know why we can’t catch a moment of peace.
Left handed, but the left arm is healing slowly
Again
I thought I’d have a double
My ankle has been threatening
Then I’ll be a side.
Two tires blown.
Stuck on the side of the road.
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I stood at the wreckage of a city
There were homes here
They weren’t nice enough so the neighbours complained
Sent in their soldiers to tear it down
Legitimate claims that became illegitimate mere days after the justified ruling.
I looked over the wreckage of a tiny city.
It’s raining today.
Where did they go?
Where will they go now?
And why wasn’t that the issue to be addressed
And not where they put their tiny so called ugly homes
Rather that they didn’t have some societally prescribed house to begin with.
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I issued a challenge I didn’t realise would be a challenge
Ulysses if you will
An obvious thing I can’t answer.
What happens now?
Limbo?
Here I thought the gatherer would find the answer easily click here tongue and quit.
Hera?
Autocorrect
Click her tongue and quit.
Indeed but no that’s not what I’m asking and you know it.
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That was fucking weird
That was so incredibly fucking weird
I was so drunk I couldn’t stand and was about to throw up
And I…was I?
Were you?
It was like the reality around me was drunk and my body was drunk but my brain was like not really
Well that’s an interesting party trick.
Let’s use it at all the parties we don’t go to.
Do you think…?
Yeah I do.
Weird.
Really fucking weird.
Let’s do it again and find out.