words dont work out for me,
my phone fell from my bed, hit the floor with a clang
and the silence feels deadly.
what happened to me, in the weeks i was gone?
i went from writing each day
to barely being able to write a few times
with zero rhythm, zero rhymes
(not that my poems before had a lof of those)
but nonetheless, im back,
worse than ever poetically, but im back
maybe its her? im contradicting myself by being with her
its all a big lie, and my system cant handle lies
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 5:38 PM UTC
words dont work out for me,
my phone fell from my bed, hit the floor with a clang
and the silence feels deadly.
what happened to me, in the weeks i was gone?
i went from writing each day
to barely being able to write a few times
with zero rhythm, zero rhymes
(not that my poems before had a lof of those)
but nonetheless, im back,
worse than ever poetically, but im back
maybe its her? im contradicting myself by being with her
its all a big lie, and my system cant handle lies
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