couldipleasegohomenow - Hello Poetry

There isn't really much of a poem Just a couple of lines or so that depict how stupid I feel, how weak I am, and how naïve I've become To be used, chewed, and spat back out Given to another to have it done all over again How did that saying go? Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, thrice is a pattern? Well, let's hope a third doesn't appear. It's bad enough I was used as sloppy seconds. I suppose some apples don't fall too far from the trees they surround themselves with.

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Mar 24, 2019

Mar 24, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC

leftovers

There isn't really much of a poem Just a couple of lines or so that depict how stupid I feel, how weak I am, and how naïve I've become To be used, chewed, and spat back out Given to another to have it done all over again How did that saying go? Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, thrice is a pattern? Well, let's hope a third doesn't appear. It's bad enough I was used as sloppy seconds. I suppose some apples don't fall too far from the trees they surround themselves with.

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I grasp onto the gasps and awe of some stranger I do it all reckless, and so unafraid by this danger I tango with the early hours and my own ***** mind I beg for more from the phone screen I hide behind I play with these loose holds and these unattached strings I play with their pleasure, revel in the way they moan and sing I validate my own worth through this self I display I almost don't recognize the person on my mirror today

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC

wasting love

I grasp onto the gasps and awe of some stranger I do it all reckless, and so unafraid by this danger I tango with the early hours and my own ***** mind I beg for more from the phone screen I hide behind I play with these loose holds and these unattached strings I play with their pleasure, revel in the way they moan and sing I validate my own worth through this self I display I almost don't recognize the person on my mirror today

8

I wish to wipe my hands clean of what I knew I've learnt what capabilities I have, and I've been traumatized I don't care if the cycle is starting to repeat once more I want to do things differently and finally save my own soul Because the biggest capability I've found within myself Is the power to wash away what I once known

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Jan 12, 2019

Jan 12, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC

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I wish to wipe my hands clean of what I knew I've learnt what capabilities I have, and I've been traumatized I don't care if the cycle is starting to repeat once more I want to do things differently and finally save my own soul Because the biggest capability I've found within myself Is the power to wash away what I once known

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It was my thing. It was our thing. I'm not ready to share it with the world. I want it to stay my thing. Our thing.

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Dec 20, 2018

Dec 20, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC

102

It was my thing. It was our thing. I'm not ready to share it with the world. I want it to stay my thing. Our thing.

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She's a little tired, a little cold She feels a little empty in her soul The room spins in his roundabout ways He keeps her on edge most of the day She's a little tired, a little sick of the ride He thinks it's due to him not being able to hide But that's not the case, let her make herself clear She didn't want you there, she wanted you here

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC

drowsy

She's a little tired, a little cold She feels a little empty in her soul The room spins in his roundabout ways He keeps her on edge most of the day She's a little tired, a little sick of the ride He thinks it's due to him not being able to hide But that's not the case, let her make herself clear She didn't want you there, she wanted you here

8

Last night, you asked me what I was afraid of And under the stars and the influence of sin I refused to confess I was afraid of you

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Dec 9, 2018

Dec 9, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC

out of fear