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Stagnant writer May 2020
I want you to dissipate
Like the steam in my bathroom
After taking a hot shower.

I could always feel it,
But I could never really get a hold of it.
You are just like the steam.

The mirror’s my mind
And I wipe the steam off of it.
If only this was as temporary
As the steam in my bathroom
After taking a hot shower.

My veins, like the air ducts in my
House, grow cold and little
By little, the steam disappears.
Stagnant writer May 2020
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I questioned myself because of you
That’s something I shouldn’t have to do
Especially if it’s because of you.

Did you help me because you
Wanted to help me or did you
Help me because it made you
Feel better about yourself?

I regret giving you so much of
My love because it feels like
I don’t have enough to give
Anyone else- you took it all
And you left me with nothing.
I have nothing.

It wasn’t my pessimism speaking
When I started thinking about
How everything could go wrong.
It was my gut.

I agreed with Nayo when she said,
“Loving you is taking all the love
I could never give myself
And putting it to good use.”

But I want to feel good about myself,
I owe it to myself since it’s overdue
I can’t have my happiness be
Completely dependent on you.

I don’t know when I started settling
Or when I thought I deserved less
Or when I thought of myself as unloveable,
But I can tell you when I’m going to stop.

This is my birthday gift to myself.
Stagnant writer Apr 2020
I keep myself away from you,
Even if all I want to do
Is to be next to you,
So I can learn to be without you.

You’ll never love me
The way I love you
So I’m gonna leave
Until I love you
The way you love me.

I couldn’t make
you feel my love
So I made you
Feel yours instead.
Now you wonder
Why I don’t try
Like I used to.

I wish you could
Love me the way
That I love you

But that will never
Happen so

I keep myself away from you,
Even if all I want to do
Is to be next to you,
So I can learn to be without you.
Stagnant writer Apr 2020
I could never explain
my thoughts to anyone,
even my conscience
sounds almost inaudibly distant.

Like an inner monologue
that feels like a lecture,
so I try to tune it out;
as a result, I never know
how to respond when
someone asks what’s on my mind.

So I sit in an empty room
That I’ve filled with my thoughts
Thinking about everything
I should’ve done instead or
how I wish my mind could stop.

It makes me feel alienated,
like everybody hates me-
The closest people to me,
More specifically.

I wish it would stop.
Stagnant writer Feb 2020
We were both stuck in a cage.
The cages bars were wide enough for us to easily escape, but we chose to stay anyways.
We stayed in that cage longer than we needed to.
You, who stayed because you couldn’t see that you could easily escape, begged me to stay.
I, who secretly snuck out of the cage when you fell asleep, stayed for you,
but I’m getting tired of making myself small for you.
You’re stuck in this cage because you’re scared of what’s out there.
You’re scared of change.
You let this cage define you.
I’m no longer sneaking out of this cage.
I won’t come back the next time I leave this place.
I’ll make sure that you see me leave when I do.
Would you join me?
Stagnant writer Feb 2020
Life’s too short and I’m never present
So I’ll spark this one up
While we sit on the staircase of your apartment
We’re halfway done with it and
I can feel it now so it’s easier to live in the moment.
You asked me to stay for you
But I hate it here and sticking around
Would only lead to resentment.



Tuesdays are the best days
Where I talk to a lady
Who writes what I say onto a paper
And asks after 45 minutes,
“What are your plans for today?”
I give her the same answer,
“All work and no play.”
Anything to keep these thoughts at bay.




If being afraid is a crime, I’d be locked up forever.
So I fly high, away from everyone.
It sometimes makes me feel better.
I occasionally miss the way things were,
But when I look back on things,
We were never truly together.




Life’s too short and I’m never present.
So I’ll spark one up
While we sit on the staircase of your apartment.
We’re halfway done with it and
I can feel it now so it’s easier to live in the moment.




The present is a present, so why am
I always thinking too far ahead?
Work a job, train my *** off,
and sign up to another gym to
keep myself busy, but I end up
feeling like **** instead
Maybe I’ll feel better once I go to bed and rest my head.
If I go to sleep quick enough, I’ll forget about all those tears I shed.
I won’t cry over things I can’t control anymore.
It’s not like anybody knows what lies ahead.




Life’s too short and I want to be present.
I hate that I have to spark it up to live in the moment.
One day, I’ll be able to look back on things and feel content.
Laugh a little and feel a little less absent.
But for now, I’ll spark one up with you in the staircase of your apartment.
I’ll feel it soon and then I’ll be able to live in the moment.
Stagnant writer Sep 2017
This thought of mine
No longer plagues my mind
But still manages to linger on every side

I kept my eyes closed so I wouldn’t have to see that all I was missing was you.
Because anyone who’s had someone rip a piece of them knows that nothing can be wrong if nothing is true.
But I’m tired of living a lie so I want to see this through, with or without you.

The sun will rise and reveal the light
Maybe then, I'll be able to see what's in right in front of me.

These days go by faster as night turns to day  and as summer becomes fall.
The once lively leaves, will soon touch the ground.
And these trees will show us the beauty in letting dead things go.

I'm still waiting on the sun to open up and reveal  the light.
I still can't see what's right in front of me as these nights grow longer and as the days get shorter.
Anger and sorrow are the only things I think of when I remember you.
Summer is over and fall has resurrected.
The trees have let go of the dead things.
And perhaps I should too.
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