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because life doesnt seem to be worth it anymore, because they say things that make me believe it, because my mind lies, because the world spins too fast, because im losing my balance, because you told me how, because its gone, because its still there, because i tried, because you didnt, because you never trusted me, because it never worked out, because you were too late, because it was too fast, because it shouldnt matter, because it still does, because no one cares, because no one knows, because its only me, because i made it that way, because i wasnt good enough, because it hurt so much, because i lost so much, because im forgetting, because i remember, because it all makes sense, because none of it does, because its over, because im me.
i sit wishing for milky ways and daisies and band aids,
but it never works, no matter how many different stars i pick.
i sit wishing for milky ways and daisies and band aids,
but it never works, no matter how many different stars i pick.
Literature
9.7
i am but a weary passenger
wondering who
might be missing me -
nobody
can tell whether this is just a famine
or an infestation,
it's strange how that works -
here,
maybe you are lying beside me
or above me
but i am suffocating -
love's
not one of those things that
you can forget
easily, not quite like -
me.
Literature
grabbing at things.
words fail silent
in free
spaces
left by aching
pauses
between beats.
your love:
a bee sting
whose scar
refuses
to fade.
my lesson:
forget, for once.
forget.
Literature
You and I,
we're a stunted little paragraph blowing in the wind,
full of maybes and we could have beens.
We're winter nights dancing through the sky,
dreaming of warmth and summer, burntskin sunscreen.
We're fruits hanging from a tree,
ripe with promise and fearing bitter seeds.
We're dripping photographs in darkrooms waiting to become something beautiful.
You and I, we're not fancy like fireworks. Sparks
are the little lights that dance between us when we smile.
Sparks are private things and they shine more prettily
when no one else can see them except you and me.
So when I write poetry about us,
it won't be about mountains and kisses
and
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I've never seen reasons be so pretty. Great job!