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21 f | the same
wish i could go back to falling apart ive never learned how to replace it all its all static stupid chasing the fall like a dog somehow i get stuck in the tone of its call guilty for nothing chewing off cords, can you hold my hand like you did before am i too big to lay in your lap i know i wanted to leave but can i please come back i am always your eyes between your ankles on the floor i’m what you can’t see in yourself anymore
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Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 2:23 PM UTC
woof
if all the lives i keep living ill keep forgetting then which do i get and who does the living? am i forgetting something? am i living somewhere am i living? have i ever remembered? it goes it gets so far away from here i go i get so much farther from where i remember i don’t call i don’t text i cant remember where i left my bed i cant remember where i left my bed i think that its pretty far away from here.
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Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
so far away from here
the aftershock of knowing that nothing will come after this 19 years of hoping, longing, asking where did that pain go? that waiting? the bliss of knowing that all that comes after will always compare to this the worst part of my day is over the best time of my life is 2 years younger the begging, the feeling of hoping that I can still taste you, smell the smoke on your breathe the realization that you took from me the only thing I thought would make sense you look so small atop that mountain, the way down and mine - I'd hope - so large - as I hit the ground the aftershock of knowing that this never was a good thing, you were just your lips and my sense was the protagonist missing.
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Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 12:55 AM UTC
where did my sense go?
i dont know if you remember the last words you said tangled in feeling it replays as if youre me and i am dead do you know how long it took for you to get out of my head? and you’re back a middle name a feeling im fearing wont come back a moment the why my breathe spreads on your neck do you know how long it takes for me to feel like youre not there? you linger like the name i remembered, the eyes i cant forget and youre across from me, and i said “how did i get u back?” and you said nothing like the way my name still lingers on your breathe how long do i have to wait until i feel your fingers again? you have such a way with glances a middle name a look that i just cant get you are every word ive never learned and im the last girl you said
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 2:16 AM UTC
pool
there is a visceral feeling somewhere in there but it hides amongst the trees, leaves dripping with green, stems are broken bonds, water used to flow in these veins, but now they are fluent, transparent now, clear and immobile toxins fall onto your skin, pesticides and poison seeping in as to make you stronger, eventually despite the pain you feel it hurts too hard to scream, so you are silent in this growth through this sickening feeling in your bones if she can make you stronger, if she says she must, then well, its not like you’ve ever had anyone else to trust she tears you raw, rips you barren but it is the only love you’ve ever known, she says you can leave, it’s okay to be gone but where else is there to to? it’s all routine at some point but i feels more wrong amongst the years there is no breaking point, no period of knowing just a crashing, a noticing of scraped bark. a hallow feeling and empty branches a blinding enlightenment amongst the darj are you parched? starved? have you noticed that there is rot where once was heart? this venom has reached its end, and you are the strongest you could get weak, fragile, weighed down but stronger now in awareness all around and so she asks if you need water, offers you peace, family, vinegar fix it now, you say or imagine, because you have become so utterly afraid of her with dead leaves and less roots she harvests you with a fiery hunger but amongst the hunger, these years of growth, there is no produce in this lumber this tree is seas and crass and venemous so she throws you out, without knowing she had caused this
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:34 AM UTC
february
there is a visceral feeling somewhere in there but it hides amongst the trees, leaves dripping with green, stems are broken bonds, water used to flow in these veins, but now they are fluent, transparent now, clear and immobile toxins fall onto your skin, pesticides and poison seeping in as to make you stronger, eventually despite the pain you feel it hurts too hard to scream, so you are silent in this growth through this sickening feeling in your bones if she can make you stronger, if she says she must, then well, its not like you’ve ever had anyone else to trust she tears you raw, rips you barren but it is the only love you’ve ever known, she says you can leave, it’s okay to be gone but where else is there to to? it’s all routine at some point but i feels more wrong amongst the years there is no breaking point, no period of knowing just a crashing, a noticing of scraped bark. a hallow feeling and empty branches a blinding enlightenment amongst the darj are you parched? starved? have you noticed that there is rot where once was heart? this venom has reached its end, and you are the strongest you could get weak, fragile, weighed down but stronger now in awareness all around and so she asks if you need water, offers you peace, family, vinegar fix it now, you say or imagine, because you have become so utterly afraid of her with dead leaves and less roots she harvests you with a fiery hunger but amongst the hunger, these years of growth, there is no produce in this lumber this tree is seas and crass and venemous so she throws you out, without knowing she had caused this
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forget brushing trapped teeth i’m full of them locked bathroom doors and stars sweep you off your feet i’m in the backseat of your car sunlight, mountains, enough of talking enough of me i can see the end of the world from here do you remember me? crashing slowly, tears underneath sheets a hallow heart, trying to be nice melting hears under sweltering heat i learn to be silent winding roads, and the eclipse, all gone reasoning is hard when eyes are open, sad season is lost, and you’re lost when it’s not i’m sorry you’re getting away from me i’m full of it tourist towns and rickety **** i’m sorry i haven’t felt any of this trip terrible memories clouded with bright green grass, brown, wood and ash forests speak in your dreams, vacant floors empty shelves and unraveled curls coffee cup to the moon, praying, begging “close this moment, lock it up, make it right” i’ll cry and scream to make this what i want it to be pretty thing, i wouldn’t say it’s fine but you can twist this whichever way you want it to seem
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
tennessee
we knew it couldn’t work i followed her into the hole in my heart and she built a home there right from the start she led me to the city’s edge and i followed right to the end we kept a mutual knowing between growing distance between the coffee dates and stolen glances and restless ways we’d wring out our hands and i knew it couldn’t work i told them about you and it felt good, it felt new, it felt different but i let me get the best of you, and you faded away with all I couldn’t give you our love was as good as dead and we didn’t last anywhere just in new york, in my dreams in the world in my head in a couple of years time ill ask if you understand and we’ll do it all again knowing we’re done before it ends
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May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
11:23
Fess up. Empty-handed, palms face down on the table. It won’t get louder unless you let it. Chest up. Breathe in the smell of smoke you’ve spread. Do you feel like harming yourself? Will you let it? Let nothing consume you. Don’t let your empty hands ruin you, Until you’ve something to show for it. Untether it. Feel yourself shatter to pieces. DNA into grain, skin turns to gray. Choke on the white noise in your chest until you’ve given into it. Until you can’t.
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
do you want to hurt?
feeling unkempt left me untethered, you caught the next cab south of any air ill keep close ithaca, warm me from the inside, heading anywhere be too loud for me perpetually alone keep me far from anything ive not learned i need to know and earthly ties they’ll ask for closure while the bed pulls you closer feeling unkempt choked me breathless, i climbed an unsteady ladder, running out of air ill be dumb for you, bliss wrap me in illusion evidently ill be consequently blind for you perpetually forgone any sense of known tell me again, call me your fool feeling unkempt ill forget me again for you.
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
ithaca.
therapy feels harder permanence feels present in the birthday candles im forced to blow out my door pushed open my priorities in shambles my work key twists the latch in my soul and holds it there i am what i do so then how am i nothing? hugs are asked for, harder days feel shorter and my gas tank feels somewhat hotter its all creeping up on me now this is when you are supposed to feel something, right? if i am what i do i’m hoping at one point i’ll be you.
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
eighteen.