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you forgot to to turn the faucet off last night
you just let it drip drip drip
till it overflowed
and now the floor is wet
and there is nothing we can do about it now
because the floor is all mildewed
we ran out of towels
nothing we can do now
nothing
this is about when someone does something repeatedly and then you look back and you're like why can't we go back to before. we can't because this isnt before.
i slept all day
now i'll stare at my ceiling all night
who isn't?
its the equivalent of "cool it bro, we get it, we all do, calm down"
sleep well
dream on
when you fall asleep
i'll turn the lights off
but i'll stay here for now
cause i see you're afraid
won't let the monsters get you
i'll pull you close if you start to shake
i'll be here till your eyes
give up and close
i'll be here until
you are comatose
i'll be here
until i know you are asleep
then i'll tuck you in
and try to find my own peace
this is being there for others when you have the same problem.
okay
i'll breathe
or at least i will try
even though i know you
are
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bk
this is how it feels when people leave me
it is supposed to represent me not being able to breathe. idk. i'm really bad with these explanation thingys.
i'm not going for quantity
i just write a lot
it's easy to do
when you brain doesn't stop
it makes it easy  to feel hurt
when the love doesn't pour in
with so much to analyze
where do you begin
i'm sorry i am not better
but trust that i don't just write to write
apologizing to people who don't care
i'm really losing my mind
i just wish there was more substance
but there's not really a me
so where do i draw from
i run on constant doubt, not creativity
i write so many poems. in my had all day. i kind of speak in them i guess? idk. it doesn't matter. anyways i just feel like by looking at my profile one might think i am just a person who pushes out poems and doesn't care or whatever, or maybe i am just really in my head. who knows? i just wanted to say that i know that my poems don't go to deep, but i wish they did and i wish they were more. idk. i just don't know. my brain legit does not STOP.
i sleep sometimes

but most of the time
i am thinking
i'm thinking thinking thinking
boy do i think
like about how tomorrow
i am going to be around
a bunch of people
i am pretty sure don't like me
or when someone will notice
that i listened
and did exactly as they asked
and i worry about
whether or not the people at work
even want me there
whether or not my friends
even want me
even like me

i sleep sometimes
but most of the time i think
i think a lot. like too much and i don't think people around me understand. like yeah i may talk a lot but it goes deeper than that. to the point that i can't sleep.
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