It's j#st another love letter.
Tho#sands,
H#ndreds,
MILLIONS
Exactly like it.

I missed ###r text.
Sorry.
I promise,
The anxiety of realizing
MORE
Than makes #p for it.

### told me to chill.
That b#rned a little.
### know that my
ANXIETY
Is bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad B a D.

I'm sorry for making ###
Worry.
Worryworryworryworryworry
All the letters
BL#RRING
With my tears.

We all want to be
Special.
I'm not special.
Not to ###.
Not to my best friend,
who ###'re dating.
Not to my other best friend,
###.
NOBODY.
That's why ### aren't in this poem.

If one spoiled apple can wreck the whole barrel...

How many barrels will I have to jump in and ruin until they finally  get rid of me?

I've been waiting for hours.
Awake on adrenaline, anxiety, and caffeine.
Pure will, too, I suppose.
My heart is thump thump thumping.
Threatening to beat right out my chest.
I'm trying to decide wether to text you again.

I sincerely doubt you're asleep.

Spent the last two hours deciding.
Just waiting for you.
I've been awake more than a day.
I think I drove you away more than I thought.
That's okay though.
I accept the blame for this.
I won't say goodnight.

I promise.

False words and false imagery,

Acting as if you know emotions more initmately than others.

Then you go on to describe the struggle,

Life, money, your horrible childhood,

As if you're as special as a wheat penny.

I have five.

Or, consider slam poetry.

Angry people yelling into a microphone,

Young adults in black snapping their agreement.

You sound like ***** (click, click, click).

Poets are like the people who use herbal deoderant.

They stink and nobody likes them.

I'll tell you something,

You have no more meaning or depth,

Than the glue stick I stuck to the underside of a lab table in 8th grade.

(mic drop)

Sic itur ad astra,
Thus to the stars I will journey,
In times of grief and loss,
Through stars and galaxies,
In the fleeting warmth of the sun,
Sic itur ad astra.

I don't understand.

(*******)

I ******* told you, and then you had the audacity to to say "you need to tell us when something's up" like I hadn't literally just done that.

*******.

I don't think you were ever my ******* friend and this is a final goodbye.

*******.

I'm sorry that I want to be treated like I'm not invisible.

(*******.)

But that isn't an apology to you.

(*******.)

It's an apology to myself for letting you treat me like that.

(*******)

Friends aren't only friends when it's just the two of them.

(*******)

Friends don't just want to hang out when they don't have plans.

*******.

Friends don't only care when they feel obligated.

*******!

Ja faz algum tempo.
Sinto saudades de todos voces.

Tudo bem?
Estou bem.

Eu sou ainda sozinho.

Mas, esta tudo bem

:-)