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01 Friday Sep 2017
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15 Tuesday Aug 2017
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I fucking love you okay?
Do you even know what that’s like
Loving you?
Every moment I have with you
Carries some fucking weight.
A part of me trusts
It can see how we fit
How it can happen
The rest of me despairs
Knowing I’ve met myself
The self that fits the self i am
And I can’t
May not ever
I can just sit
Wait.
Hope.
Maybe one day.
11 Friday Aug 2017
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I made an image
An ideal in my head
A fantasy I could aspire to
I created it myself
To fill my bored hours.
A dream to fantasize about
Something to think about
Something to feel
So I could try to deny and avoid
Thank i don’t.
Not for you
Not for myself
Not for anything.
There used to be a person here
Now she’s a black hole.
26 Wednesday Jul 2017
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Seeing you when I did not expect to
Is the best surprise of my day
Knowing you worried
Noticed my absence
Cared.
Your smile lights up my day
Making you laugh is always a goal
Seeing you watch me
Stare.
I crave every second and
Look forward to the next.
You dizzy me to distraction
Wanting the unattainable.
You’re so good
If you touch me I’ll ruin you
Corrupt you
Sully the purity I love.
How do I have you
Without destroying you?
22 Saturday Jul 2017
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I don’t sleep anymore
I can’t
I try every fucking night
Instead I lay there
Imaging things that will never be.
Your body against mine
Your hands on me
That the smile you give is just for me.
I’m boring everyone
I’m boring myself.
If I tried I could get what I want
But it’s not worth the risk.
So I torture myself
Every sleepless night,
Every exhausted day
Dreaming of you
Awake and dreaming.
08 Saturday Jul 2017
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14 Tuesday Feb 2017
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She could only ever mimic
Hearing his words
Repeating them back
Never having her own.
He could only stare into the pool
Seeing nothing but himself.
He was rooted to his features
Staring further into himself.
She longed to call his name.
To speak it, have t on her lips,
To cry it out, scream it.
Have the comfort only it could bring.
He longed for the love
Of his own reflection.
Wanting to be adored,
Wasting away for adulation.
She adored him as he wished,
But being so consumed, he could not see.
She wasted away with him,
Watching limbs turn to roots.
Slowly he perished.
Permanently rooted to the spot.
If he had looked away,
She would have saved him.
Echo came to him then.
Plucked the flower he’d become.
She pressed it to her lips and turned,
Going to her own end.
If only he had known.
She laid in a hollow, holding the flower close.
The wind carried her away,
To least repeat the voices of others.