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 1d Onyx
Fra
When you see me,
What do you see?
I can appear as you need me to be.
But I am never free.
You see only what I wish to be
I use many faces!
I have a vast collection
Yet in the mirror it’s hard to flee
The pain that lies beneath my reflection
I duck and I weave
I ignore and evade
I smile whilst I grieve
Wishing it was over, hoping to fade!
Like a hydraulic press
The pressure compounds
Self loathing and stress
My brain, it confounds!
But I am not alone.
For this world is an abyss
Turning our hearts to stone
All its beauty we miss.
If we stopped for a while
Saw what is real
Our lives are but a mile
In times ever turning wheel.
 1d Onyx
Kuro
The memories that play on repeat
Turn over sheets, creating irreparable incomplete illogical theories that i brand so selfishly in the way i display my humanity.
I'm not sure if that's worth abandoning when they are memories...
Memories that come from me.
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map our trail in starbursts
kaleidoscopic eclipses in the sky

cosmos dripping from my paintbrush
stroking "what"s and stippling "why"s

questions, chromatic aberrations
a twinkle dancing in my eyes

a pause in time
my lips profess a parting, not goodbye
for R. πŸ’–
Skittles a candy so sweet
All day I just wanna eat
Skittles a colorful treat
With flavors so bright
And they bring me pure delight
Oh Skittles eating them
Is always a neat feat.
Sweets πŸ˜‹ 🍬 🍫 🍑 πŸŽ‚
Falling in love; well at least falling for the person- the narrative
of our love, a romance narrated from a distance β€” seen in third
person. You’re the third person I find myself whispering, β€œI love
you,” sharing so much about myself, sharing so much that it
aches to be so personal.

Sometimes my words disappear under your breath; I’m fading
away, and not feeling as myself; no longer existing as a person-
impersonal.

I catch glimpses of uncertainty in your eyes, and I sense that my
many personalities can be overwhelming- please don’t take it so
personal. You sometimes feel diminished in their presence, as if
you’re non-personal

Yet, as the day draws to a close, my greatest desire remains:
to know you deeply and to call you, my person.
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