1487 - Hello Poetry

1487 Oct 2015

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I no longer turn dates
into occasions

from now on you'll be
just another day,
another month,
another year.

1487 Oct 2015

There's an emptiness inside of me:

so hollow,

knife
to air.

you couldn't cut me if you tried

1487 Oct 2015

The truth

I'm so sad.

And there's nothing
poetic about
that.

1487 Sep 2015

18

I am jealous,
of the girl,
I used to be.

comma

1487 Sep 2015

Never

T h e y
a c t
a s
i f
I
h a v e
a
c h o i c e

1487 Sep 2015

Fall

By the time I came alive,
the world
was dead.

1487 Aug 2015

I know you better
than you know yourself

You think he's the one,
but he's just someone else.