I only know
how to write
sad things
sad songs
sad brings along
the anger,
the angst from my teens
my spiritual upbringing
pummeled by dead things
in my soul
my boy only knows
how to love
sad me,
bad me,
contain me
in the rigidity
of the cruelty I imbue
on myself
the capacity
for sociability
has fled and flown
south like a snowbird
I think I’m spiraling
it’s so exciting
knowing that the only
one I want to know
finds me so inspiring
go find another muse
while I tear into
this great deep blue
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
I only know
how to write
sad things
sad songs
sad brings along
the anger,
the angst from my teens
my spiritual upbringing
pummeled by dead things
in my soul
my boy only knows
how to love
sad me,
bad me,
contain me
in the rigidity
of the cruelty I imbue
on myself
the capacity
for sociability
has fled and flown
south like a snowbird
I think I’m spiraling
it’s so exciting
knowing that the only
one I want to know
finds me so inspiring
go find another muse
while I tear into
this great deep blue
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