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just you and me,
tucked in midnight's fold,
sharing the day
in murmurs only we hear
Short poem
“Now you won’t be distracted.”
You took me away from my friend
“It’s for your own good.”
He was the only one keeping me sane
“You don’t talk in the middle of class anymore!”
You triggered my depressive days
“It’s only temporary.”
To think I actually believed you
“Are you okay?”
The audacity!

“Yeah, just tired.”
Overreacting to seat change =/
Flip a coin
Was it heads or tails?
I bet it didn't land on its edge.
Too much, too little. Never just right.
Tick... tock...
Tick... tock...
Silent, the world sleeps
Tick... tock...
Tick... tock...
Stars observe the veil of days
Tick... tock...
Tick... tock...
As child watched from bed
Tick... tock...
Tick... tock...
Can't sleep
Age
When did age start feeling like a countdown to death?
Just a thought
Like a sheep
Following the shepherd
He left this world
And returned to Heaven

May he rest in peace
21 April 2025
Pope Francis passed away
There’s an incomplete poem
Sitting in my drafts
Titled “Maybe It’s not So Bad”
Last edited: 7 April.

I don’t think I’ll be finishing it any time soon
Or maybe never
The girl in the mirror
Is a liar
Even with the people she trusts
She lies
Even in the place she’s most bare
She lies
Even when its just us
She lies

And I’m too tired to figure out the truth
Or put anything I feel into words
I try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
But still
I'm not
Enough
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the person in the mirror and wonder what anyone sees in them
So brittle
That a single word (or seven)
Could pour salt on my opened palms
And break
My short sense of happiness
Another late night write.
I wanted to get angry. I still do. But I got a poem that I'm happy with (the other one)
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