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you are addictive, but
I wouldn’t call you my drug.

you’re closer to
a bottle of strong liquor.


we all know that
drugs aren’t good for us.

that’s why you aren’t a drug.
your toxins aren’t obvious.
I didn’t realize that
you were poison.


you’re my drink, not my drug.
you felt so good at first.
you made me carefree
and warm and happy,
and you didn’t feel like
you were bad for me


...until I had too much.
apart from the sadness
i consider myself lucky
to be surrounded by people
that i love so dearly
a blessing that cannot be
taken away from me
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
Nothing lost is something won
in that awkward moment
between birth and death.

Kaydee
It wasn't meant to be a micro
poem but it just . . .
I think you're gorgeous,
It's my secret. I'll let you
in on it one day.
Haiku for that special someone.
It's not you, it's me,
I need a break, to be free,
Kindly leave me be.
A Haiku to Covid. Kindly get the **** out of our lives.
growing
               up
                     my dear
                                   is steps
                                               step
                                                     by step
                                                            ­     you
                                                             ­          grow
                                                            ­                at the end
                                                             ­                         of the steps
                                                           ­                                            is death
The hard moments are the parts where you trip.
Sydney
goodbye will outstay hello
and memory will make up what cannot be remembered
where there are no blanks, only darkened rooms.
Peace is the only subject that should be taught to humans.
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