A man I am not
Gentle constricted pain filled tears roll off my face on to tile
Good at anything is a joke to me now
The last academic pleasure whisked out the window by another F
Why
Simple guilt draws from my chest asking why god to whom never response
To blame yes I
The fault is my own
It was me
All my own
Now I’m unaccompanied left to face this crippling world
To leave this stall with shot flushed eyes
A loser until death has become apparent  
Or it will trend to be bad at everything
In such a day they will call me the saltan of fashion.

Likes are to ambiguous answers
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Math problems are to challenging  




                                               ­                   cheat sheet:
ambiguous math problems are hard to find out just like people's reasons for liking poetry all day and never commenting haha. ps do what makes to happy :) don't listen to me.

Star shot blue eyes
a meatior shower starts to fall in my head my skin tightens
I see a faint flash nothing more then a flicker at first, a galexy was born between sparks of our laughter
I thought I knew but I wasnt sure I loved her at least these fleating moments I could
all the hot new stars started to fad to a deep terqose as our galexy grew old I say good night you shift your eyes and said the same and give me one more meatior shawer with a simple smile
in my dreams you came sailing along the soft light of the moon to steal me away once more
for two weeks I just traced my way through our constolation just finding little remnants of you just star dust now
I sit and wait under the night sky speckled with stars hoping you would deside to fall my way again and bring me back out to space to spin around and around like we did our first night in the sky

long Amber hair royal eye the kind only blue knows
soft mellow beach thoughts only rolled off her vibes and splashed me warm and easy
sick but not cut down
A tree firm in the ground who had to watch her little apple grow a little bigger before she fell
cancer he said with tears streaming down his face like plastic squirt guns
he tried to put out the fire but his little plastic guns only melted in the heat
shes gone now burned away
yes gone sometimes stars really do burn out even though you cant really see it happen
i will always look up at night when i lay under the stars and see the dark blackness that consumes her place in the night sky and remember those beaches and that wonderful tree.

today is the day i tell a girl as wonderful as you
today is the day i tell you how at 6.00 in the morning
today is the day i wright a cheesy poem
and today is the day i say i love you.

shaving my skin with that dry old razor i wont talk no i wont even scream
shave my mind and maybe ill be happy again
shave my words shave them down until maybe they make some beauty
shave my thoughts and maybe you'll find some sense  
shave my soil shave it all away and ill be your slave
shave my feeling and maybe you'll feel like me maybe for a minute
shave my face shave my brows shave my hair
shave me down all that i am
shave no cut. cut deep into me with that razor blade
stripe me of my flesh warm and still strong you can have it  
stripe me of my brain still ticking and prepossessing still electric
just don't
have what you want but don't take my friend please don't.

If you love him then couldn't you love again
if you love him then how can you love me too
if you love him ill still love you
if you love twice ill keep on loving
if you love him one day the way you love me
i will learn to love again but ill never stop loving you.