pastorofnone - Hello Poetry

is it **** for you to think you've been burned think it was your new chapter your chance at a New York Times Best Seller to make a villain of me to make me operate play doctor dissect and cut open every part of me, to look for a corruption, an ulcer, a cancer, that you'd fabricated?

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Apr 25, 2020

Apr 25, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC

trash tongue talker

is it **** for you to think you've been burned think it was your new chapter your chance at a New York Times Best Seller to make a villain of me to make me operate play doctor dissect and cut open every part of me, to look for a corruption, an ulcer, a cancer, that you'd fabricated?

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I have come to cherish the lucky-dice nights when the Adderall just lingers, staying late— much later than times of near-lethal lethargy that leads to interrupted comatose slumber I’ve allied with the recurring habits of winning Most Sober of the Evening, for in my solace, I’m dropping the needle, dancing to Molly's Lips and kicking off damp, muddy socks I feel somewhere—-myself, a place you may have touched and try to burn a placebo curvature along a place you may once have ignited, your artificial fingertips, and trace the beginning of a word, but I lose track where ever the middle may have been Needle scratch, loop, stuck in one, or many grooves Try to exhaust the corporeal, sway, fall, slam body against the wall Memorialize yourself so no one has to, Your storage-unit temple drinking from a dark green bottle Shimmy with a crowbar, lift and uncover, Toss it all in a trash pile For God to rediscover

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Apr 16, 2020

Apr 16, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC

Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?

I have come to cherish the lucky-dice nights when the Adderall just lingers, staying late— much later than times of near-lethal lethargy that leads to interrupted comatose slumber I’ve allied with the recurring habits of winning Most Sober of the Evening, for in my solace, I’m dropping the needle, dancing to Molly's Lips and kicking off damp, muddy socks I feel somewhere—-myself, a place you may have touched and try to burn a placebo curvature along a place you may once have ignited, your artificial fingertips, and trace the beginning of a word, but I lose track where ever the middle may have been Needle scratch, loop, stuck in one, or many grooves Try to exhaust the corporeal, sway, fall, slam body against the wall Memorialize yourself so no one has to, Your storage-unit temple drinking from a dark green bottle Shimmy with a crowbar, lift and uncover, Toss it all in a trash pile For God to rediscover

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i keep waiting for you to send me a new photo maybe one you curated of a thousand images, people that are now ghosts i know my messages won’t ever get delivered but if i could say one thing it would be that i’d be there on the other side and that you can be as strong or weak as you need there and that the light will be all around and the beginning and end will no longer be a statement piece, it will be in our hands i know that you are becoming a ghost now and i’ll sleep next to my lover, wishing i were healed but in your memory i am complete i know what youre looking for, but you’re complete. rest now. #fuckheroin

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Mar 12, 2019

Mar 12, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC

knees

i keep waiting for you to send me a new photo maybe one you curated of a thousand images, people that are now ghosts i know my messages won’t ever get delivered but if i could say one thing it would be that i’d be there on the other side and that you can be as strong or weak as you need there and that the light will be all around and the beginning and end will no longer be a statement piece, it will be in our hands i know that you are becoming a ghost now and i’ll sleep next to my lover, wishing i were healed but in your memory i am complete i know what youre looking for, but you’re complete. rest now. #fuckheroin

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the same girl you’ve always known? well i guess i haven’t grown. you’d love to consider me manic bipolar demented crazy crazy ex girlfriend the truth is that i was too much for you and when you realized im just too much for you it was not my excess but your deficit a gaping hole thats only grown so fill fill fill and empty yourself into empty empty empty lonely, lonely hearts did it to myself i saw your potential without seein credentials maybe thats the issue baby thats the issue can’t hold that **** against you guess i did it to my self be cause you were somebody else you

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC

the same boy you’ve always known

the same girl you’ve always known? well i guess i haven’t grown. you’d love to consider me manic bipolar demented crazy crazy ex girlfriend the truth is that i was too much for you and when you realized im just too much for you it was not my excess but your deficit a gaping hole thats only grown so fill fill fill and empty yourself into empty empty empty lonely, lonely hearts did it to myself i saw your potential without seein credentials maybe thats the issue baby thats the issue can’t hold that **** against you guess i did it to my self be cause you were somebody else you

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i see you every day what happens next lover of the past meets present mistake meets future mistake meets the past comfort in biology permanent home, temporary lust chosen eviction beg me to stay i beg for the mistake get the taste get the itch keep the light on i'll get the bill

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Mar 9, 2019

Mar 9, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC

Manawainui

i see you every day what happens next lover of the past meets present mistake meets future mistake meets the past comfort in biology permanent home, temporary lust chosen eviction beg me to stay i beg for the mistake get the taste get the itch keep the light on i'll get the bill

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