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  Jul 2014 unstable
rained-on parade
Just tell them
your poetry
is now for
someone else.
unstable Jul 2014
everybody else
used to be
a nuisance.

we used to block them out,
or talk about how much we dislike them.

everything fit into place
for a while

two people who hate the world
together

not as one,
but just
together.

but I guess
you forgot that
I'm human too

and sometimes
I can be like the others.

you can be too.

you're stubborn and set,
which makes this complicated.

I can't state my opinion if it revolves around feelings,

you'll think I'm dumb.

so I didn't.
I tried my best to stay quiet.
It wasn't that hard

until
tonight.

until you told me that
'I'm just like the rest'

I've never felt
so sick
in my life

I've never felt so worthless,
or so needy to prove my point.

to prove that I'm not like them,
I'm not some worthless scene ***** with her head in the sky
or a selfish **** with scars for attention

I'm me
I'm me and I want you to know that

I'm not them
I may have feelings
and words you dislike
but that doesn't make me
one of them

that doesn't make me
any less than you

that doesn't make me
any less worth it

I'm me
and if you don't want me


then *******
  Jul 2014 unstable
Matthew Hundley
Call number one
I was going to tell you
How much of a ***** you were
For making me feel like this
But I hung up

Call number two
I was going to tell you
That everything was your fault
And you were the reason
We would never work out
But I hung up

Call number three
I was going to remind you
Of all the things you said
To me the last time I saw you
But I hung up

Call number four
I was going to scream
Scream until my lungs exploded
And the world went black
But I hung up

Call number five
I contemplated driving
To your house
In the pouring rain
And tell you everything in person
But I hung up

Call number six
I remembered how your smile
Used to make life
A little more bearable
But I hung up

Call number seven
I remembered how your eyes
Light up the sky
Because the stars were jealous
But I hung up

Call number eight
I gave up all hope
Of trying to make myself
Not want you
But I hung up

Call number nine
I decided that I would say
Everything I could
To get you back
But I hung up

Call number ten
I started to cry
My hands were violently shaking
As I tried to hold the phone
But I hung up

And then came call number eleven
I heard your favorite song
And I looked down

Call number eleven
You told me
That you were sorry
And then you hung up
unstable Jul 2014
you tore me away from reality
with simple sentences
and idiotic jokes

you made me forget
everything

I didn't know what to think

or what to do with myself.

I guess I just ended up becoming yours.

now you've broken
everything

you've broken everything and you expect me to pick up the pieces

I will
I can guarantee that

but I can't guarantee that I will find all of the pieces

some will be lost,

maybe even broken smaller.  

some will have been stolen,

by nightly visits or maybe
close relatives

and I know we might be able to get them back but

I don't want to scrape my hands picking up the glass that you broke

I don't want to work for something and go against people while you're sitting in your high chair waiting for some gratification

I don't want my blood all over your floor
when I know you're not even going to help

I don't want to feel
guilty
or vulnerable
when we talk

but I guess that's how it goes

because humans have needs that need to be fulfilled

no matter how hard it is for someone else to fulfil it for them.
I'm to blame
for having emotions
and caring too much about the little things.
unstable Jul 2014
dear Married couple with children of any age,
dear divorced /couple/ with children of any age,

I want you to know that it's not that weird
for your child to love someone from a distance.

from a distance so far that your child and their love
may never meet.

I want you to know that even though you think it's
childish, and fake

love comes in many unpredictable ways.

your child suffers because that person is so far
from them that they can only dream about them.

your child suffers because you can hold your lover
every night, you can kiss them, hug them, or hold their
hand whenever you want
and you take that for granted,

when your child can only hear their loves voice while
you're asleep, or see them through screens for minimal
hours.

your child is in love with someone they've never had *** with,
so how can you say that it's based purely off of lust?

two people devoting themselves to one another for a long
period of time with no possible way of having ulterior motives

sounds way cuter than

you living your happy lives while your child thinks about someone
day and night but may never meet them,
they know they can never introduce you to them because you will
shun them,
turn them down.

that's just sick.
i guess this is kind of a rant but i've been thinking about this a lot,
how parents aren't accepting of their childs happiness.
it's horrible, because not everyone you meet over the internet is a ******* *******.
of course,
there are some,
but that's life.
**** it.
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