Would've,                                                        ­ Nothing

      Could've,                                        ­                  Kills  you

      Should've,                   ­                                      like your

didn't, didn't, didn't.                                               mind.
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     You almost                                                      Peopl­e come
                                                                ­            
     convinced                                                        ­     and go,
                                                                    ­      
   me I mattered.                                                      th­at's life.
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   Nothing matters,                                            You deserved

               but                                                            ha­ppiness,

   somehow you did.                                                so I left.
--------------------------------                           ­    -------------------------------

       Our "almost"                                                  We were and

         will always                                                          t­hen

            **** me.                                                          we weren't.
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     Your fingerprints                                               I miss how

           I have not                                                            yo­u

          washed off.                                                     wanted me.
                                                Jon York    2019

i am nothing special
i'm a little speck in your peripheral
nothing to worry about
nothing to stress over
nothing to care for
just a little speck
with feelings


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                                              ­                                                                 ­        ˑ
                                                                                       ᶤ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ᶤᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢᶰ'ᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ

i'm not inspired
i don't feel so good
i want out of the prison
of doubt and insecurity

but i don't have the means
in a rut
in my feelings
not sure how i'm enduring it

half of the truth
for half of a lie
partially wanting the best for you
while secretly wishing you would die
staring out at the distance
though you are here by my side
i pretend i don't hear you
but your voice echoes in my mind
we're so open it shouldn't matter
so why do i hide?