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  Oct 2021 efni
Victoria
I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.
efni Oct 2021
we fall asleep
so easily as if
our minds
are making
a mockery of
our hearts
that arguably
fell even faster.

21.10.21
sweet dreaming, sweetheart
efni Oct 2021
ive never learned
how to write without
inking my pen with
tears and blood from
my broken brain so
if you like to read my
poetic pieces of pain
nearly as much as i like
to create them for us
i guess it's a good thing
that ill never be good

i will never lose poetry as
i will never find happiness
so you will never lose me

10.19.21
I'm in pain but I'm a poet.
how's that for glass half full?
efni Oct 2021
soon, you'll wish you hadn't
even come to know my name

when you bitterly realize that
every **** day is the same

endlessly wrestling against
the relentlessness of my pain

i should have warned harsher
that loving me? it's a losing game.

10.19.21
honestly.
I'm scared for you.
efni Oct 2021
i think i need you tonight
yet i cant call you like i said i would

i know i don't need to be alone
or atleast, i'd like to know

i think i want you to teach me
but you wouldn't know where to start

i know you won't be mad at me
or atleast, i'd like to know

i think i need you tonight
but i won't call like you said i should

im sorry

10.19.21
what the **** is wrong with me...
  Oct 2021 efni
Grace
he eats all the guilt like inhaling air
i wish he would taste his innocence too
  Oct 2021 efni
basil
i grow, but not like flowers toward a healing sun
i give up, but not like the kids in calculus
i love, but not enough for you to love me back

my teeth ache from clenching my jaw
my jaw aches from tensing my neck
my neck aches from sleeping on it wrong
my sleep aches from missing you
i miss you because you don't miss me
you don't miss me because i was never yours
i don't know why i was never yours

i wish my house had a basement
i wish this town had a lake

maybe my stories would be better if i could tell them right

i can't connect my thoughts these days.
i can't connect my own pieces together.
my heart is in my arms, holding you
my mind in some far off movie scene,
catching the rain on it's tongue
i gave my lungs away because i don't need them anymore
my blood evaporated on the surface of the moon

and your lips taste like **** and peppermint chapstick
mine taste like ultra violet monster energy and aluminum

but i don't love you, and it isn't poetic
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