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I hate myself
But I love being alone 
I’m scared of the real me 
But like the silence of my home 

I feel lonely without you
But I need my own space and time 
I crave you when happy 
But I push you away when I’m down 

I don’t have a choice 
But to live with this weird me 
But you could leave, and
It would be so easy
We met in the haziness 
Hid in its green clouds 
Long breaths of laziness 
Without no care or doubts 

I’m drunk by your liquor eyes
High by your pleasure 
Addicted to your taste
You give me that seizure 

If I’m clean
Free by your dark dirt 
I’m bored when I’m sober 
Without your stains on my T-shirt

You are the danger
I don’t want to avoid 
If it kills me let it be 
Nothing would fill the void

How did I fall for you 
I don’t know 
Your starry eyes captured me
And made me go 
Crazy
Dad was fat all his life
Obese
He couldn’t do a lot of things.
Walk without special help
Bathe
Climb stairs
Sit in a normal chair
Drive a normal car
Sleep in a normal bed
And say “I love you, son.”

To draw those words out
of his dad he became a cartoonist,
but that also failed.

And now that his father
was dead,
collapsed face down
on the kitchen floor,
blood seeping out of a head wound,
he struggled to turn him over
on his back
and dipped his finger in the blood
and drew a speech bubble
next to his father’s head
and wrote in it the famous words.

Finally.
“I love you too, dad.”
 Jan 2020 The Dybbuk
Stanley
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
 Jan 2020 The Dybbuk
Hannah
DMT
 Jan 2020 The Dybbuk
Hannah
DMT
It hit me with surprise as I was standing there beneath a starlit sky. I was so aware of life, so aware of time that I became petrified I would never again return to my kind. But when I opened up my eyes I saw the same starlit sky, and upon this realization I began to cry. For I longed for the place with swirling lightening tides. For the home I’ll return to upon my own sweet demise.
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