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I just want to talk about
how I feel

I am confused
by what is real

I chased the truth
down a rabbit hole

and found out things
no one wanted to know

this is the truth:
I am afraid

of time
of the future

of mistakes I made

I'm afraid that I'm too lost
to find my way

afraid of someone I don't trust
I see every day

and that fear turns to anger
when I feel unsafe

I have to stay
I can't escape

a liar
a back biter
and a thief

didn't know my anger
could be this deep

and I have to keep on
moving on

even when I don't feel like
the rational one

reach out
and find out
I'm not alone

not much of a poem
only the bones
If i could write a song
It would be about you.
It would sing your praises.
I would join in too.
I've never met anyone,
that could touch a part of me,
that lives so deep down inside.
Where no one else could see.
I'll always be grateful
And would move heaven and earth for you
I'd kiss you a million times
With passion so deep and true.
They say, you get back what you give
But you know what?
The loyal people get betrayed
The big hearted people are heartbroken
The people with the most beautiful smile are hurting deep down
The most generous people never got someone who cared about them
The people that love the most were left alone too many times

But all of those people are who they are
Not because they want to, but because they
know what it feels like to be left alone

So they stay
Even when they’re whole world collapses
The stay to hold you’re pieces
They stay to fix you, while they’re a mess inside, while their heart scattered into a million pieces and no one cared, they stay - cause no one was there to hold their pieces
Heyyy, so please don’t mind, if there are some grammatical mistakes or spelling mistakes in this poem, cause English isn’t my native language but I kinda like writing English poems. Just do not wonder why something isn’t correct or something like that.
You don't feel the same.
I love you hangs in the air,
while I scrap my pride.
If milkmaids dance,
I haven't seen it.

That doesn't mean it doesn't happen
when I'm asleep
or dying.

If apples can be poisoned
I haven't tasted one.

That doesn't mean to trust your grocer,
lover,
or restauranteur.

Oh, you, decked in white blossoms like some ironic saint,
evangelizing my arms, my tongue, my will
like the loving dead.

I know now that I was kissing a corpse--
one heart beating for two,
pony for dray horse, dragging along.

I can't swear that I'll be smarter next time,
but I mean to be.

I 'll remember your face, your ways, your smile,
turn my head like a lady
and spit.
the sea, the sea
bring me to the sea
in front of her crashing waves
where I can  dream of being free
It was in a context of words only bound when spoken into existence. Then it became law.
Then it became the Word of Gods.
It became verses to memorize.
To live by.
A thing they coined as “the Narrative.”
Nazareth on steroids.
The birthplace of Saviors judicated in full force.
Henceforth, the Family Bible was conceived;
which was later put through much arbitration to become law.
Wanting to drown in your love
And float in your dreams
Wanting to die in your arms
And live in your thoughts
Wanting to get lost in your eyes
And be found in your heart
Wanting to be helpless to your touch
And thrive in your grasp
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