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I don't want to be the one who snaps you into the world.
I don't want to be the one who says "look, honey, the universe *****".
I don't want to be the one who proves how horrible life is.
But I have already become that one.
I already am that person.
And I can't send you back to blissful innocence.
It's too late.

You claim to have already been hurt.
I mean of course, who isn't?
But you weren't broken,
only bent.
Any strained branch can be carefully reshaped
but once it has splintered, there is no return.

And I just wanted to heal something
because I had already torn so much.
I was told that he-
   Yes, but were you told by him?
I heard that she-
   Yes, but did you hear from her?
I know that you-
   Yes, but do you know me?

My stomach churns to sour froth
when people know because they hear.
If you allow distant whispers to define knowledge
then your truth is ridden and diseased.
Such wounds fester, rotting in the filth of lies.

Stop feeding these ****** vines.
They are barbed and poison and coiling.
Constrictors of death: and they will absolutely consume you
squeezing until your pathetic, bitter brains
ooze liquid from your shattered skull.

If you are not a part of something, leave it be.
Hey... It’s been a while since the last time we’ve spoken. So, how have you been? I really hope you’re doing well, but—well, I suppose you could guess that’s not really the reason I contacted you. I just wanted someone to speak to. Wanted to hear your voice, to know I’m not alone. Yes, that sounds clichéd, but honestly it does apply… I can’t even decide to put some music on, because the rhythm and the intrusive noise always distracts me, but it gets way too quiet with it. I don’t know. For some reason silence sends some weird nerve impulses through my body that makes me fidget and convulse and squirm. Is there something wrong with me? Yep, I think there’s something wrong with me. Huuu—sigh. I want this day to end. I tried to go to sleep but I figured I could only stop stressing after I told someone how I feel. You were that someone. **** it! You are that someone! I… Can’t live. Not without you. You told me I meant everything to you, that you could lose everything in your life that you love and value and you still wouldn’t be bothered as long as you could be with me. And then, well, I never really felt anything remotely similar about anyone, I was weak and didn't have that capacity... So of course I just had to be an idiot and walk away from you like that. I’m so mind-blowingly stupid. I swear I didn’t even know someone could be as stupid as that. And no, I’m not going to lie and say it’s all right if you don’t forgive me, that I’ll understand—and all those hackneyed phrases because as much as I want you to be happy, I love you so much I can’t even begin to rant and gone on and on for eternity—
*I love you so much.
Trepidation deluges my pneuma in its state
How did I ever ebb this far?
It’s like I never sensed accomplishment
My reason? Such frailty in making.
I can’t ever invent an inkling of a use!
But in the case that I could, here I’ll be
Faltering into a trance
Of conventional panic, but dreadful still,
Dull pain in a rush,
As I know I lost my love,
I’ve never accomplished anything
Because I’ve never had the courage to
How could you do this to me?
Time and time again,
I trust you once more,
And I fall for your lies.

You spread your rumors once,
To try and "get me right"
But I did not listen to you,
And kept him in my sights.

You spread your rumors twice,
No more playing nice,
You took your shot at me,
But he's still by my side.

You want what you can't have,
and I have what you don't,
You have thrown your grenades,
But within is just but smoke.

You think scaring me will work,
And you can try if you're so sure,
But I have what you cannot,
And now you're oh-so sore.

You want it for one reason,
And that reason is it's mine,
But I'm okay,
Go on your way,
Without you I feel fine.

Because I have something you don't,
And I'm not trying to get a rise,
Out of you,
Because you have something too,
And that's a toxic mouth of lies.
Ok, so the story behind this is that I made a friend at camp, a guy (I think I'll call him Jimmy here) who was a counselor, and went to the same church as one of the girls (I'll call her Mimi)  in my group of friends. I became close to Jimmy, because he learned my story, and I his, and they were so similar in a way that made us want to stay close to each other. We became accountable to one another, and so I stuck close to him physically and emotionally. Mimi pulled me aside one day, with a couple of my other friends, and they cornered me, and told me that they were going to stage an intervention, to "get me right" and keep me away from Jimmy, because he was a bad person. Had they listened to me, they would've known that everything they told me that he had done, were things I myself had done, that I knew he had done, and I knew we were both ashamed of doing. I didn't listen to them when they started spreading the rumors about his past around the camp, and we remained close throughout the weeks after camp ended. 3 weeks later, camp for the younger kids started, and my "friend" Mimi was a counselor. Now I wasn't a counselor this week, but I had a young dear friend (I'll call her Alison) who was like a baby sister to me, who was in Mimi's cabin as a camper. Now Alison was a shy girl, so she attaches to only a few people who she'll trust with her life. I told her to trust her counselors, Mimi, and another one of my friends who staged the intervention 3 weeks before. Now Mimi had no clue just how close Alison was to me, and did not watch what she said. She started telling all of the girls in her cabin that she liked a guy named Jimmy, and pointed him out to them. She told them that there were nasty rumors spread about him (not mentioning that she had spread the rumors) and that she didn't believe a word of them. She also told the girls that I had spent all of camp holding hands, and sneaking off with Jimmy, but none of it was Jimmy's fault, I had forced himself to, and pushed myself at him out of desperation. At this point my very shy friend Alison defended me, and while picking her up from camp, she let me know what had been going on. I have not, and will not confront this friend, I wrote this poem to try and let it go, although it still stings.
Creativity—
The force to construct or obliterate,
Yet always with the beauty of our cursed race, humanity
So cast down among the kingdom of animals
For our groundbreaking minds and fierce vision

Still in the brink in my time due
What have I done so distinct, so new
Remarkable to both praise and criticism
Invaluable to the point of ridiculous attraction

I’ve unearthed nothing!
So little in wide view,
I cannot be among the masters, the innovative, or true

In the (so unlikely to be irrelevant)
Notion where it’s viable
Would it matter in my venue?
I’d notice no sooner than a patrician,

How desperate I am,
To measure beyond measures
Unveil the rare, cherished,
Re-create the treasures

That in all my disheartenment
What would I have seen?
No sooner any creativity
In all of me.
Do we all negate
The other—for justice or
For recognition?
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