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Hoshi Feb 2022
Time is relative
Right now time is not relevant
Time is an observing party
We are the stars of the show
You are a star
Stars don't shine
They burn
How beautiful you burn
Time is relative
And you are relevant
Hoshi Jan 2022
"There is no greater need than a hurt person's need for more hurt"
I spent hundreds of nights crying to a God I believed didn't love me
I was so sure my miracle of being born was a mistake God made
But God doesn't make mistakes
And so I spent hundreds of nights crying to a God who owed me nothing
I owed no one anything and they owe me nothing
then He made me feel as if I owed him my entire being
He was a monster in the making
He was a boy who was raised that way
He was a tormentor
I spent hours crying to a God to take away my debt to him
It took me two years to realize I owed him nothing
He picked me apart piece by piece
He made me feel like I was sick
He had felt like the cure to the poison I created
It took me two years to realize I was poisoned by everyone who ever cared about me
I poisoned him right back though
He was sick and so was I
We needed help but knew we wouldn't ask
We were two people poisoning each other with our sickness

We owe each other nothing
I was broken and begging for help
He made me feel as if I were dramatic
Attention seeking
Fine
He made me so angry I forgot what it was like to be sad
I operated under the impression I was less
I was unlovable
Because no one in my life had told me otherwise

We owe nothing to each other
I owe my love to no one
I do not deserve or earn love
People give love freely
And so do I
Hoshi Jul 2021
I feel as if I'm being taken apart
Piece by piece like a Lego set
For your childish hands to touch how you please
You hadn't even opened my box
Yet I was scared of you taking me apart
And now I'm scared of being put back together

Once I'm whole, no one will play with me anymore
Hoshi Apr 2021
Every two weeks your skin cells die and are replaced
So as I sit in bed tracing my fingers across my lips
I wonder how long it'll take for my skin to forget your taste
Apple juice and peach
Hoshi Mar 2021
I dare not look at my hands
Why not?
The screeching of my head is louder than the banging of pots and pans
You're afraid of your own thoughts?
I'm afraid of who lyes there
You're afraid of a simple man?
I never said my thoughts were fair
You're afraid of your hand
I sought out death and now I'm all but bones
I can't help but laugh, was this not your plan?
Refrain from throwing your sticks and stones
You intentionally ended your own lifespan
I unintentionally gave myself skeleton hands
This poem is meant to be read with every other line, it's two voices. One is accusatory and the other is answering.
Hoshi Feb 2021
It's one thing to write about ******,

It's another to be chased by a murderer.
Hoshi Feb 2021
8
Would you ask the sun why it shines?

Then why ask me why I love you?
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