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blake May 2018
You are in my stomach

A topsy-turny rumble

I can't swallow away.
blake Apr 2018
Go. leave. I need time alone.

I broke the hourglass. I cut your favorite sweater in two. I tore up the pictures you left in my room. I plan on destroying all history of ours.

The time you spent with me is meaningless now. The warm sun has become a dark abyss.

Maybe I should be guilty, or maybe I should miss you. I should forgive you. But I don’t. But I do miss you.

I cannot miss you anymore - you started to love me, and nothing can make that right.
  Apr 2018 blake
Bipolar Hypocrite
Sometimes I just wish I could sink into the void inside of me, detach my soul from every part of me so I become a lifeless body.
So I can seep away from existence, fall into myself, and never see the light of day again, never be afraid that it will be burn me
Again.
It's been a while since I've written.
blake Apr 2018
My entire life is on repeat

like a ****** poem written to escape english class

it happens over and over again
blake Mar 2018
maybe the worst day of the week isn't monday.

maybe it's the day you get ignored
blake Mar 2018
I would write you a poem
     about the stars and the moon
I would write you a poem
     about me dying soon.
I would write you a poem
     about my love everlasting
I would write you a poem
     about cymbals crashing.
I would write you a poem
     about how I want you so
but I can't write you a poem
     when you don't let me grow.
  Mar 2018 blake
shåi
red
yellow
green

the lights flash
dully

on the quiet serenity of
the streets

the sea
of darkness on the
midnight scene

sad eyes
hide amongst the trees
waiting

those eyes
do not draw attention

they seek no gratification

they wish
to be forgotten under
those forsaken willows

these pale
sad spheres
brighten one time
a day

age will come
their time will
fade

they sing souless
songs
like lost silver lilies
in the koi ponds

red
yellow
green

another day dawns again
no hope no more feelings
a troubled world
remains until the very end
(shåi)
confusion
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