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  Dec 2024 Elena II Melanson
layla
I post these poems online

Not because they're good

But to keep a memoir of my thoughts

To look back on and be understood
as long as my living presence lingers on this planet my brain will be misunderstood
I am at the zenith
Of my
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I am at the zenith
Of my
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And why
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Act like unsubs
Unsubs *unknown subjects* I other words nutcases
  Dec 2024 Elena II Melanson
Icarus
Why must I be
E
N
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For you?

What is
E n o u g h?

I am sorry I am
Unsatisfactory.
I will change, I swear.
Let me change.
H o w
D o   I

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Help me change.
Help me be who you want me to be.
Help me be the person I am not.
Help me be the better person, the other version of me.
Help me change.
HELP
ME.

Help me, so I can be good enough for you.
Good enough for them.
Good enough for myself.
I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you...
oops. Have to get another daisy...
"He loves me/he loves me not" might be an important question, but the more important question is: Who do you love?
Dear Netflix
(F)uck you
  Dec 2024 Elena II Melanson
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a cataract of emotion overflowing.
there’s no end in sight.
no wet floor signs.
no life jackets.

i’ve always had a problem pouring too much.
spilling my guts on the floor,
making a mess of it all,
waiting to see how far i could possibly -
fall.

i don’t mean to
i didn’t mean to

my cup is empty and still it never ends.
the water on the floor is turning to ice.
it’s getting colder and colder -
i’m running further and further.

i don’t mean to
i didn’t mean to

i’ll keep trying to run.

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