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Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Kyrie Hajashi

And the bee's shadow tesselate
the sunflower's skin
2 constellations merged;
two different equations of the universe
exchanging information
about the death of Us.

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

awaiting an answer from you

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Monotone

awaiting an answer from you

What do I do if I'm stuck on a ledge?
Should I let go and succumb to the void within?
I cannot keep standing on this ledge forever,
it'll only lead to another devastating end.

Or do I take another route?
Attempt to climb down with shaky legs and slippery hands?
A little piece of me thinks it would be easier to choose to fall,
rather than to try and survive and still have everything go wrong.

So what do I do?
I'm stuck on this ledge,
awaiting an answer from you, my friend.

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

limb by limb

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Monotone

limb by limb

I received your letter today,
but it was impersonal and cold.
There was no I love you, or 'babe,'
It feels as though you're pushing me out.
You're shoving me away,
pushing me into the deep, unkind sea.
It tears me apart, limb by limb,
and my soul simply breaks.

I wish you could see precisely what you're doing to me.

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

I can't help but to think

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Monotone

I can't help but to think

A few words.
nothing much.

A few phrases,
really, irrelevant.

But, the moment you leave them out,
my whole world starts quaking.

I'm sobbing in the corner,
and you realize nothing.

"I love you," you so rarely say.
And everytime, I can't help but to think, "do you?"

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Do I choose Option A or Option B?

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Monotone

Do I choose Option A or Option B?

Sometimes I don't know what to say
or even how to act correctly.
You suddenly distance yourself-
do I choose option a or b?

Option A-
You're just busy:
I give you your space.

Option B-
You're trying to throw us away:
I message and fight for us.

There's too much gray area.
There' too much ifs, ands, and buts.
I don't know what to do.
Someone please help me.

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

I'm still breathing.

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Monotone

I'm still breathing.

I made a mistake last night.
I held a blade in my hands and cut away the pain.
I made a mistake last night.
I'm not proud or even happy- I did not benefit.
I made a mistake last night.
Over a boy who kept hurting me.
I made a mistake last night,
but at least I didn't reach my end.
I made a mistake last night,
but I'm still breathing.

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

You Know What?

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Monotone

You Know What?

You know what?
I'm not broken.

I can still function.
I'm not alone.
I've got others around me.
I won't isolate.
I will explore.
I can do this.
I will survive.
I will be loud.
I want my voice to be heard.
I'll feel.
I won't become numb.
I can still thrive.

Because you know what?
I'm not broken.

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

That’s Nice

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Monotone

That’s Nice

I say the words “I love you.”
I say them because I mean them.
It’s not something reserved for dating.
It’s not something reserved for family.
I say them because I mean them.
We don’t have to be in a relationship.
So why when I say those three words,
do you reply “that’s nice?”
Any other time you’d say them back.
But because we’re not in a relationship
you say, “that’s nice.”

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

In vein or in vain.

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Nellie 55

In vein or in vain.

I slit my wrist to feel the blade, but I don't feel the sharp pain. I feel the power of hurt and guilt I've gained that led me this far. I met the loss of self respect and **** that hurts so good. I bleed and cry, but I don't cry for the cut and the blood and the sharp dual pain. The feelings deeper than that. You don't ******* deserve to know, ******* for feeling sorry for me.

I'm always a bad man in someone's story. Am I good to you?

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Her sights pt. One

Oct 2021 jdmaraccini

Nellie 55

Her sights pt. One

As she jumps the gun to shoot her shots. I take notes and give it all I've got. Writing down feelings to be her target. Didn't know I'd be a lesson on her irons sights of her shooting range. **** me for being that naive man. Who would of known I was also gullible to her sweet smile full of false hope. I'm either not enough or I'm just that cover of a book she chose to judge. Case dismissed without review, but she'll Crack cases for the **** boys with no common cents. Broke and guilty. I guess men like me still manage to get locked up with beliefs of what we call love.

Does the past really haunt me? Or is it not for me to be happy?