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i sit and ponder
everything that's gone sour
making sense of the guts
and grinding the bone to powder
no suffering should go to waste
gotta make it worth something
the gracious aren't unscathed
and the privileged aren't forthcoming

i can't in good faith
say everything happens for a reason
because there's much depravity and injustice

and for all of the pain
i might never break even
but at the end of the day i learned something from it

hold your loved ones a bit closer
count your blessings and kiss goodbye
even in anger we are loved
you can give up but you still gotta try
reduce reuse recycle
make it all somehow worthwhile
i'll never be healthy
if i continue
monetarily
emotionally
boundlessly
supporting these people
no matter mow much i love them
it makes me want to die
that i have to watch them
suffer to then
repeat these cycles
and bring more lives into it
the world feels like such a miserable place to me
i know there's happiness out there that exists
in some shape or form
but i don't feel like it's going to find me
unless i let go of everything i love and know
but if i do that
i wont have anything to hold onto

do i just float away at that point?

if i set myself on fire
i would die knowing i gave and i gave
but it'd be all for nothing
cause nothing might ever change
bring a shotgun
i stared into the fire
and the flames bent to form an image
no one else could see

i sat out in the rain
till my fingers turned blue
and ran my hands under cold water

it burned like a *******
relatively scalding
and i hate that this is where i am

warmth sounds almost unbearable
compared to suffering i know
don't tell me i'm not feeling enough

i've felt so much
i open my chest
and swallow the world with my eyes
and dissect all the ways that it hurts me
and regurgitate what little sense i make

is it wrong to not want to stay in the cycle
am i wrong to leave you behind
i don't wanna contribute
i never did
that's why i won't have ******* kids


i told you to your face tonight
how shallow my well of reasons draws
to keep playing such stupid games

if love isn't enough
then what even is
i was born without permission
and i live in this world
but i'm never gonna change it

yeah
that's it for me
inside my mind
i imagine
throwing it all into the fire
and forgetting it all
the clothes off my back
a fresh start
of sorts?

but is the inherent value
of all that ive built
worth trying to restore its former glory

or i'm pouring even further into a sunken cost

is it harder to kiss it all goodbye
or to realize i never should have left
for the first time in my life

i want to be alone
lake of fire
tucked away
coyote cries
not so far away
simpler times
never come our way
we don't wanna
but we always find a way

no faith to find in hell
so we can only question this existence
why our parents had kids
and why theirs did and the ones before them

how could you do this to me
to us
ungrateful unsatisfied unfruitful
as ****

dying flames
topped up another time
the locust choir
fills the night
in these moments of respite
the stakes are still high
the world at my fingertips
but at the cost of goodbye
can't let the embers catch
waiting outside
staring into the blaze
mulling it over
and over
and over

altercations in the distance

i guess i'm back now

i pray to find some recourse
i don't want to reach out for dreams
because they might underwhelm me
but the unexciting reality
itself grows expressly underwhelming

it's better to have love
than to lose it all pursuing phantasm
always grateful but too young to be choosing
to live in contempt or indulge in bad habits

to shed my hesitation
and finally go rabid
does the real thing feel this good
after you've had it?

i don't know and i won't ever
if i keep myself in check
i like being here with us together
it's just so easy to get swept

up by ideals
and things so contingent of following ungrounded reverie
i come home to you for all that is
i'm not heartless in my revelry
turn-overed
for your curation
never cured
by adulation
am i comely
when i'm devastated
would you love me
if i wasn't patient

i almost understood
when you left me hanging
and i wrote the book
on foolishly waiting
i even tried to forgive
your hesitation
but how could one live
in such a cycle of taking and taking

perhaps it was
divine preservation
or maybe because
i started changing
telling the truth
isn't complaining
being myself around you
shouldn't be draining

or straining
or complicated or scary or tough
or painful or drastic
all of the above
i shouldn't have to be perfect
to be deserving of love
you never were
and i loved you enough
for the both of us
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