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lazos quemados,
promesas rotas,
espaldas apuñaladas,
corazones partíos;

almas ahogadas en añoranza,
rechazando el sacrificio de hacer feliz
mientras lloran los fantasmas de lo que fuimos
aprenderé cegada por el dolor de mi cicatriz
a olvidarme de ti.
como un poema a medio recitar,
como una película con final abierto,
con el corazón lleno de pesar
observo un árido desierto
donde antes había mar
Did I hurt you?
Did I help you?
Did I push too hard?
Did I ask too much
of you?
Or was it just
what you needed?
Was it defeat?
Friendships are complicated
the roses are dead
the violets are too
if you want to join them
i'll come with you
February 12 2019

fifty-nine

Just kidding*fingers crossed*
Why is suicide so ****?
like a missing puzzle piece
lost under old furniture,
I wish to find shelter,
I long to go back where I fit in.
Love is fake
Romance is a lie
I will be alone
Until the day I die
I'm always going to be alone.
I yearn the mundane,
for a stable home,
for a place where I feel safe,
for common problems and not feeling alone.
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