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He's the most interesting man in the world,

and she's the most boring.

What a pity

she had to go foolishly

falling in love.
She'll get her heart broken again.
 Dec 2014 Dolores L Day
Richard K
You
I hate that I can't be mad at you
Here's to all the ways I bled for you
I can't stop thinking about you
I can't stop caring about you
I have been crying all week about you
Everyone has been asking me why but I can't say its because of you
I just wish I knew how to be happy with you
I just wish I could be with you
I don't need much from you
I miss the feeling of being wanted by you
The only one I want to talk to is you
My heart screams and storms for you
I wanted to know every part of you
I just want to find a way to still be close to you
In some way that can feel certain to you
Because I can't be mad at you
I hope in some strange way you still love me and I still love you
It has been a rough week
People are uncomfortable with truth.
There is truth in silence
and people are uncomfortable with silence.

When asked how one is doing, the proper response is 'fine' or any indicator of greater ease.
One is expected to participate in class activities, team building exercises, and other meticulous, tedious motions of repetition.

One should shake hands, smile, participate in pagentry when only putrescence is felt.

One should not look at walls, there is no social status in looking at walls.
One should not have problems unless they are desirable. Anxiety, but too bad. Depression, but not too bad.
One should appear clean and well slept,
one should claim one received very little sleep, regardless of how much sleep one actually received.

If one is female, one should show skin but not too much skin.
If one is female, one should not resist ****** advances, yet one should not have multiple ****** partners.

If one is male, one should be in fit condition, one should not cry, and one should not show interest in a member of the opposite gender except for those of a ****** nature. One should not acknowledge the existence of more than two genders, ****** orientations, or trains of thought.

One should be socially and politically aware, but one should not raise their voice on these issues unless others of a high social status are.

One should be happy, but not too happy.
I am quite popular. I have lots of friends.
I sound a war cry for peace
but waves of negativity drown me.
I struggle
and fight against the cruel pressure
with arms made of hope and love.
My calm and quiet feet
break against the steep water
but without result
for the ocean is far too big
to be battled by a single person.
My years of fighting are over.
my heart sinks with my body
to the ocean floor
where hatred and vindictive lies
slowly cover my carcass
and I become just another reef
forever tied to the pessimistic battlefield.
my home life is destroying me,
constricting my lungs-
holding me down and
pouring her cruelty down my throat
until it burns and seers
and melts to rugged sandpaper
and I can speak nothing
but mean words
that infect my body
with maggots.

I want away from here.
Give me adventure,
an expanse of possibilities,
give me everything
in the form of  incomparable beauty;
give me the universe,
and all its curiosity.
I want galaxies on jewelry
and dresses
and shoes
and ribbons to put in my hair.
I want galaxies in my eyes
and on my nails
and for my breath
visible in space's cold
to spool and twirl
like the milky way.
I want you to gift me
with things like no other,
I want you to take my breath away
with the views of above
impossibly replicated
and bottled
for my own pleasure and adoration.
I don't want the world,
not just,
I want the whole universe.
I love space.
I didn't take you back
just to be treated
the same
*******
way
AGAIN

I don't want to be second
I don't want to be taken for granted
I want you to put my love on top

You are everything to me
Why can't I be everything to you?
The way I hate you washes over me in waves. The weight of the water crushes my rib cage, and I want to scream louder than I've ever screamed before.

The way I love you tears at me from the inside out. My heart bursts under the pressure of the pain you've given me, and I want to scream louder than I've ever screamed before.

Physical pain is incomparable to this.
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I am consistently amazed with my ability to hurt.
The ones I hurt are the ones I hold dearest.
The ones I hurt don't deserve it.

My hands are rough and scarred, they are flawed.
My hands can create and they can ****.
My hands have created and they have loved and they have taken what doesn't belong to them and hurt those who trust them most. And they are controlled by my mind.
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