I love to write.
It's like opening a door to something that I never knew existed.
It's a breathe of fresh air.
It's being able to smile even when I'm crying.
Although, I don't
know. If I write or if
poetry
writes me.

You know what?
So I fell in love and I had my heart stomped on and broken.
I'm not done.
I can swear up and down that I'm done with love
but
I'm not.
God, I fall in love
all
the
time.
It's written into my
dna. I can't stop this
feeling.
This self-inflicted torture.
I fell in love with the lunch that my sister made me.
The little boy in daycare who insisted that I'm a boy.
The way the cold hugged my bones.
This poem that I'm writing.
The song that is playing.
No, when one is loving all the time,
it makes it
impossible to
stop.

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why dont they
why
why
why
dont they

God. I am so tired
of this
life. What did I
do?
What did i do?
I want to be sitting in the park with someone who
loves me.
And we'll be singing and talking about
the meaning of life.
And I'll get cold and he'll hold me.
He'll hold me.

I'm crying
as I sing
songs that I
know
will never come true
in my
****** up
life.

Hey?
Anybody?
Wanna cuddle and cry and read poems and drink tea?
Wanna be happy and sad?
Wanna be together?
I'm so tired of being alone.
What about you?

Tonight I'm getting
drunk off
poetry,
love indie songs,
hope,
sadness,
heartbreak,
the absence of life.