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Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
I don't like how much I cry
But I feel every drop
They are such a constant
I don't know if it'll ever stop
I also don't know what to say
All I can offer is a bucket and a mop
Due to the fact I'm the cause of each one
A truth I have to cop

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The truth isn't glamorous...but it's still the truth
Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
How do you tell someone
That you've made it further in life
Than you thought you could,
Than you might,
At times,
Have even wanted to,
Much less thought you would?

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I don't know if that even makes sense...
Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
I've worked myself out of a hole
Deeper than the dead
I know this goes against
Most of what I've mostly said
I just never stopped,
Pushing past every thought repeated in my head
And what pulled out ahead?
My promise to you,
Proving to be the strongest thread
"I'm still here son"

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I'm still going son...
Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
I leave her alone
To give her the time
To feed her desires
'Till her own passion expires
And she falls asleep...
...in her preferred alone
So I can then come in
And kick the same tires
Left to fight the nightmares
Of my expressed fears
Of again being unwanted
And then try to sleep...
...in the worst type of alone

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Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
The tiny tears dry
But every
Miniscule memory
No bigger than a single,
Thoughtful penny
Resides in the residual
The old me?
A buried time capsule
It gets so heavy
As the new visual
Builds up quickly
Until you
Don't recognize who you
See looking back at you
In the rearview
You're not too
Be looking at anyway
All you see
Is all you've gone through
And it's not visual trickery
You know it to be true
You feel the change inside too
Within the replaced imagery
You can no longer find you

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Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
What happened to my recall?
The damp grass that tickled my bare feet as a youngin
Now feel angry and sharp as actual blades slicing in
What happened to the wonderful?
The warm sand I loved to feel embrace each individual toe
Now grate my every individual nerve as I find there's nowhere it won't go
What happened to the whimsical?
I frolicked with grasshoppers
And blew dandelion wishes
Today I'm annoyed by those buggers
And stare resentment at the weeds through the window while washing dishes
What happened to the critical?
A breath of fresh air
Can hardly be had anywhere
And I wonder over and over again
"Is this supposed to happen?"
"What happened?"

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Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
What is this,
This twisting thing my face is doing
It feels so unnatural
My lips curling this way is disturbing
And they're doing it all on their own
What is this?
The corners seemingly defying me,
Lifting and contorting
I can't seem to stop it
People are reacting,
Though not retracting
What is this?
Ah, nevermind,
There it goes,
Quickly spoiling,
Back to all stale looking
Back to the real thing
Let's promise to never do that again
No more of this...
...ever

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