ghost
You hear it. Everything.You hear it and you rationalize,Some sort of strange misstep of Electricity, of nature, ofThe silence outside your window.Something, anything to soothe
disillusionment?
You speak in blue and black.
It seeps through me,
Ink that colors all my thoughts,
Making corrections to my memories.
Black smears each detail,
Each image drowned in desolate
i legitimately hate this poem.
Nothing lasts in this world.
It's trying to fix sidewalk cracks with Elmers glue.It's forcing a smile against the weight of the pain."It's not whatever you
an apology, in my own way.
is it strange that i've had dreams of your suicide, the sound of a shot echoing in my ears as i desperately try to stop you?
best friends for(n)ever
Nothing went according to plan.The sun and moon are running laps around an aching head,beating out a path in the complete opposite direction of everything
uoyevoli
Like a sudden breath, an exhale.Such a natural exit left no time for thought,just truth reverberating from every letterhandpicked from the alphabet.
i can't go back
i love you, mom.
sailing back and forth.a violent game of ping pongwith no one in the lead.but i'm starting to miss,and you have no intent to lose.reverberating from the
you digust me, pt. I
This weight you've left below my ribs is pulling me to the ground. And i'm searching for hope between these lines but you've left without
we go together like leaves on a tree.
there is a path carved around a decayed tree. redundantly following the pattern on the trunk,the colors crunching in time to the sounds of the
anti-climactic.
And, if only for a second,I could have sworn i heard honestyor, at the very least, your interpretationyour words, silenced by my hair, your kiss,and
battleground mattress
i had always seen you in my dreams,but i'm an insomniac, and you have better planssuffice it to say, this is me not trying anymore.but i've begun
this just sucks.
Time is just a vehicle.The present is fleeting,passing greeting.transitory phases,intermediate phrases.
Living for the future you'll never attainOpened umbrella before the rain,but then you never feel



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