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The very best of men Trying to make amends Brilliant supernova feeding a black hole Feeling your lungs collapse Barely allowed to relax You held on long enough to teach me the meaning of love I’ve been praying up above not knowing who I’m thinking of I hope
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I’m pushing away those who pretend to care for me deeply. Who turn blind eyes to rotten fruit so that they don’t feel ill at ease. I’m pushing away those who stay silent when I speak vulnerably. They never owed me consideration, but without it I would
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What is one human being worth to another? Knife in the back from the one you called brother Actions outside of ourselves cause an ache You lie alone in bed and call it all your mistake My bad I walked right past red flags I gave you a chance and
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I oft feel like I’m running out Wading in stagnant waters of doubt I wonder how I’ve survived without The things I can only dream about There is a time to mourn the past But bad things never seem to last It was my mind that held so
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guarantee we’ll survive every flow and ebb of tides we don’t control but thrive in spite of silly choices silly people silly fingers through the peephole empty words could never cut we’ve been through worse it’s not for us and so we remain simple unbothered opened
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I want to believe someone who writes such beautiful poetry could never hurt me, or desert me. Can I be worthy of such sweetness without suffering? I’ve never really been seen, People rarely get what I mean, But you dissect so effortlessly, A power that enraptures me. I notice
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Threaten one more time and I will spill every secret You’re naive to think I’d continue to keep it My lips are as loose as these tiny little screws Consequences of your actions long overdue “Keep your mouth shut or tighten the noose” I’d rather set fire
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I caught the words. My throat swells up. Jagged rockwall of things untouched. Rockfall holds the potential to crush. Isn’t a slow burn easier to adjust? I admit I’m giving up on us. Too scared to give you a chance so I rush. An hour or two, I
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You made me your prey But if we met by chance today It is you who would run away I am the beast your monster made
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You ask why I relentlessly express Every swallow drags across the rockwall of things I wish I’d said
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Your friendship tastes like apricot candy Soft, squishy, chewy and dandy Thighs thick Wit quick Bonding over jayvik I hooked you on epic A whole new man Call and response kinda getting out of hand I understand you only exist in my head I can't finish this poem
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TW Sexual Objectification My feelings are not a targeted attack. The pain comes from awareness you lack. A singular place where shame still resides: absorbing disgust and letting it slide. Though it made me feel sick. The flick of your wrist. Bad enough that you did it, why make me