Justin S Wampler

Justin S Wampler Jan 2022

What is it?
What am I supposed to,
to...

To want?

I'll crawl over the shattered glass
left from the window I broke
when I was trying to desperately escape your love,
I'll crawl over it all
just to get you back.

No, not you, ****.
The previous one.

I'll lacerate. It'll all be in vain.

Because I know I don't want you,
I know what I don't want.

Cut this **** out of my previous poem. Poem poem poem. *******.

Justin S Wampler Jan 2022

Circles and circles and circles.

God knows
I always hated
being loved,
being
together.
I always hate.
I hated all ways,
always.
Always. All ways.
All ways lead within.
All weighs, too heavy again.
All weight resides with kin.
I'll weigh,
I'll wait.
I'll wade through
aisle ways and
isle ways and
all I'll, I'll weigh
all aisles and
all isles and...
Anyway,
any way I'll get it
I'll take it.
I'll take aisles.
Aisles often taken,
isles on the lake and,
I'll take the taken.
All taken.
I'll ache an
alt ache and
all wait and
I'll wait in the
isles wake.
I'll wake and
all waken, and
I'll...

All..

Always
and always,
and
always and
always.

Greener with the scenery.

I feel extraordinarily schizophrenic.

Justin S Wampler Jan 2022

Block

I've nothing
to say.

So I've gone and said it.

10w lazy

Justin S Wampler Jan 2022

Sugar

She used three
prescription placebo pills
to sweeten her coffee.

At least,
that's what
she said
they were.

#10w

Justin S Wampler Jan 2022

amorphous

Were mirrors to melt,
I'd set them ablaze.

I'd laugh
at my molten gaze.
I'd smile
at the puddle.

Twenty thousand years
I'd watch,
as the glass
slowly forgot.

Give me
pride,

I'll love
again.

Justin S Wampler Jan 2022

Cuter

Want.
I want.
I want you.
I want
you
to cut.
To.
To cut
for.
Too cute
for
me.

Cute for me.

Seep, and weep
for my memories.

Leak salted burgundy.

Remember
the things
worth remembering,
forget why.
Forgetting,
forgotten.
For getting me.
For me.
Get me.

Forget for me.
Because I
Forgot for you.

I leak
diligently,
as you
wanted
me to.

Cuter.
Cutter.

Show
your
scars.

Justin S Wampler Jan 2022

Lone

Bled it out, one,
one day at a time.

I shouted at you.

You didn't cry.

I don't find none,
none is what I find.

I tried for you.

You didn't try.

Bled it out one day,
one day without time.