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Denxai Mcmillon Feb 2016
Truth be told, I'm a pathetic lover.
I'm in love but afraid to show it.
I'm afraid that,
much like my father before me,
My love's recoil will knock me on my ***.
I lied.
I've told everyone
Who's cared to ask
That I'm the reason
my arms will be empty
and
searching for you.
I'm the reason
Your hair
will no longer
be lost in mine.
I'm the reason
Listening to the music
That we shared together
Will be so lonesome.
I love you.
I'm probably,
like
absolutely ******* colliding my dreams into the ground
But I don't give a ****.
I wrote all this alone
February 18th 2016
Hurtin'
I love you.
I'm saving up
so I can throw a hundred dollar bill
into the wishing well.
I'm staying at my moms tonight
to avoid our empty bed
for one more night
I imagine.
I imagine.
I imagine.
All we need is a bowl pack and a stiff drink.
And I can tickle your back until it doesn't hurt to think.
I miss you.
I'm sorry.
I miss you.
I'm sorry.

I miss you.

I'm sorry.


I miss you.


I'm sorry.




I miss you



I'm sorry.
Denxai Mcmillon Feb 2016
It's, too, early in the day for me to be this drunk.
Work will be hell hungover
So I'll ask
Can I still get into heaven
If
I
****
Myself?
Denxai Mcmillon Feb 2016
I often find myself sitting vacantly waiting for something to happen.
The sun explodes,
We die,
The world ends.
It happens even more on days like today;
The sky is grey
The snow is melting only to almost instantaneously freeze into ice
And I'm inside,
Laying on the couch in the billiards room,
Attempting to take in some form of natural light.
I'm lost in the sea of my thoughts
And much like scooping water with my hands
I'm unable to hold on to the thoughts of my stressors long enough to work through them.
I've been listening to less and less music
Yet
I still wear my headphones so people won't bother me.
I'm giving up on "living" for now
And
Focusing on feeling alive.
I haven't skated, comfortably, in months
Run for even longer.
I've been drinking more and more trying to escape from my stress filled days.
I'm turning on the vacancy sign in my body.
So that a demon can posses it and run my life into the ground for me,
Because I no longer want to exist any longer.
Denxai Mcmillon Feb 2016
I'm trying my best to plant my feet; stop pushing.
Denxai Mcmillon Feb 2016
I'm a potted plant.
Nothing spectacular
No, not a cute tree.
Nor some tropical shrub
I'm a lackluster flower
Potentially, I could be beautiful.
Potentially.
Under the neglectful eyes of my keeper
My roots have reached the ceramic case that I've known my whole life.
I'm withering.
Denxai Mcmillon Feb 2016
I hope I don't wake up.
I really want to die tonight.
I wish I would.
I wish I could be all the things you think I am.
So I could ******* **** myself.
This isn't even poetry anymore.
God I hate that you would be destroyed if I did it.

I wish I could get the okay and swallow thumb tacks.
Denxai Mcmillon Feb 2016
I'm tired of being told I don't care.
I'm tired of the you "know best" mentality.
I grow weary
I get tired.
I'm taking a fist-full of NyQuil
I'll see all the fighting in the morning
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