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Am I meant to do this? Will this
Be my
Career? I've wanted to
Do this my
Entire life. Writing has
Fulfilled me since I
Gave it a try. But it's
Isn't it? To
Justify yourself to the world, to
Kick down the doors, to say,
"Listen to
Me!" and to
Not give up
On the way.
Popularity and success won't come as
Quickly as I want it to. It's not a
Right, not
Something to expect because I
Tried my hardest. Though it seems
Unfair, it
Very well may never make its
Way towards me, especially not if I
'Xpect it to. Not
Yet. Maybe not ever. But I hope I will reach the
Zenith someday.
I dunno, I was just feeling it.
You remind me of a ****** eraser.
I don't mean ******* the outside
and soft on the inside.
I mean frustrating to deal with,
not worth the effort,
and you leave a dark mark
in your wake.

You remind me of a bad cup of coffee.
No, no, not bitter, that's all me.
But you? You're
like I should have
poured you down the drain
instead of consuming you,
hoping you'll improve my day.

You remind me of a Beach Boys song.
Not because I want to take you
anywhere near the Florida Keys--
Because for the love of
******* God,
no matter what I do,
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
We make
so much sense. But not
to you.
Do I want your love
or do I want to be loved
so I can know how

it’s supposed to feel?
Do I want you or is it
the concept of you

loving me, doting
on me the way I’ve dreamed of
for so long? Is that

all you are for me?
A dream? A fantasy that
will never come true?

We could have had it so good,
but life isn’t fair, is it?
My attempt at a haiku sonnet about unrequited love
Find me when
I'm ready.
Surprise me

by showing
me I am
worthy of

you and all
that comes with
your feeling.
Can I be
Described as more than just
Friends are
Helping when
I need them most.
My sorrows away.
No, not away.
Pushing them down.
Questioning their validity.
Revealing them to myself and those closest to me.
Sleeping is hard.
Terrified by my own ineptitude.
Understanding that I
Well may have wasted my youth just
Yearning for better things.
Z’s won’t be trailing over my head for some time.
Welcome to the graveyard
for those not forgotten,
and for friends who turned foes
to have some place to rot in.

Her name was Sophia.
She was my friend,
‘til her boyfriend’s douchebaggery
caused our friendship to end.

Here lies Michaela
who couldn’t care less
about facing the problems
we all would address.

Cody was trouble,
no surprise to all.
But he’d make you feel special,
then leave when you fall.

Beloved Jennifer
who moved far away.
“We’ll still keep in touch”—
the last I heard her say.

Kyle was funny
then he turned to a ghost
who now speaks to no one.
I miss him the most.
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