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Poet X Oct 2019
if you have ever had a panic attack,
the gasping
racing heart
tingling limbs
and crashing mind,
then surely
you know what it is to die.
pretty ****, I know.
Poet X Oct 2019
all these poems I write
start with I,
I swear I’m not self centered
but they say write what you know.
So in a desperate attempt
to learn this soul of mine
All I write about
is me.
And you,
Yes, I write about you.
I write about the beauty of you.
Of how I would love to leave fingerprints on your heart and caress your soul .
I mean if you would allow me
To love you
Freely.
Poet X Oct 2019
it’s my fault really
I gave you the sticks
Taught you how to throw the stones
and you broke me .
Poet X Oct 2019
sticks and stones
have broken my bones
but your words
Always hurt
Worse.
Poet X Sep 2019
would the sun
still shine the same,
if it’s own tomorrow
was never promised?
Poet X Sep 2019
somedays
my existence makes sense

somedays
all I want is to exist forever

and somedays
I can't help but wish to never have existed at all .
I don't want to exist today.
Poet X Sep 2019
let me drown in the
vastness of my own consciousness .

let me sleep,
sleep once without waking up tired .

tired from the same feelings
that left me tired the night before .
a plead from an insomniac
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