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Lexy Aug 2015
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I don't know where I stand with myself...
Lexy Jul 2015
Ew.
I wrote poetry about you.
getting tired of **** like this
Lexy Jul 2015
You
I don't know what we are
and I certainly don't know what we're becoming.
All I know is that you have her,
and really... that's fine.

Really.

I'll sit here, relishing in our 4 hour text conversations
trying to decipher where exactly we stand
until I finally realize it doesn't matter.

At least we're standing.
Lexy Jul 2015
Stare at a television for too long,
and you're sure to find it becomes a difficult task...
training your eyes to adjust to reality.

This crisp world morphs into a mirage,
seen through the revolver of a machine gun
infinitely strobing between what is and should.

Like a child trying to blink back tears that seem more like a tsunami.

The **** finally cracks.

Reminiscent of those summer days spent at the pool,
staring at the world through a rippling glass wall.

I've always been interested in new perspectives.
Lexy Jun 2015
Rather than looking at the night sky
I love to catch the look of absolute wonder on someone's face,
as they crane their neck to observe the stars.
It's easy to get lost under the speckled blanket of our universe,
but I'm always grounded by the constellations of humanity.
A child's eyes shine brighter than the moon ever could,
and while the Milky Way flows through our veins
somehow I'm reassured by this world's insignificance.
Because here we are, bumping into people on the sidewalk
as we get distracted by dead gas.

— The End —