•
i wish
to infinitely
soar•in the highest
of skies•always higher,
and always more•held back by
the string that ties•i'd still welcome
hale air•as it blows stunningly
fresh•meets and carries my
body bare•bearing invi-
sible treasures in its
cache...•the errant
breeze i'd openly
fight•but i was
made with a
shoddy kit
•i'm fail-
ing and
falter-
ing...
like
a
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ru  
it
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I wish I wasn't me.
Then maybe things would be easy.

I hate the mornings when I'm waiting a text from you.
I hate this feeling of being alone that is killing me on the afternoons.
I hate the nights when I'm just thinking about you.
I hate everything that remind me the future that we were supposed to do.

He is kind
He is nice
He is perfect
He is a poet
He speaks poetry
He uses words wisely
He compliments
He is terrific
He is 1 of a kind
He is wonderful for me
He is like me
He is creative
He is adoring
He is mine

she is reliable
she is hot
she is funny
she is fun
she is country
she is responsible
she is beautiful
she is natural
she is an adult
she is adorable
she is a hot mess
she is a great distraction
she is mine

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•you found
a **key that wasn't yours
•brazenly opening and entering
boarded doors•pardon this intrusion,
i do so unwillingly•although i only
have myself                 to blame for
not treading this path,
cautiously...•

Oh programmed youth
youll forever be confined by the lines you're assigned

Youre taught by a rubric for a purpose
so no other thoughts may surface

Youre wordless
worthless