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winter Dec 2019
bpd
people only care for
those who can uplift them
countlessly
and at no cost
that is why my mother
no longer cares for me
winter Dec 2019
my spine is cracking more
these days
what happened to my pen
that used to litter my journals
with chicken scratches
that were more raw
than this clarity will ever be
why did I turn her off
and shut her away
where she now erupts
my mother says I've gotten smaller
and look for once like a child
I feel, for once, like a child
Everything I'm feeling,
I've felt once before
that horrifies me
comfort in dreaming
reliance in hope
I am building myself to fall
but I'm pretending not to know
feigning ignorance
to comfort my lack of motivation
to console the last shot
I'm young enough to do it all over
old enough for it to mean nothing
winter Dec 2019
I've decided to renounce the world
Build a walking house
And eat enchanted bacon
winter Dec 2019
To all my friends posting about how 'for the first time, christmas doesn't feel the same'.........................
...... cringe
winter Dec 2019
Futile
Is a good word for it
winter Dec 2019
gr
I need to stop writing
poetry about boys
winter Dec 2019
I think it's you, for now
You are vague
& you're below
stood in the corner
with an open stance
that's where I saw you today
And the day before
how I think you really
looked at me
for the first time
in a way that wasn't conversational
Tell me about that
I want to hear what you have to say
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