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 Apr 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Poolza
Hurts
 Apr 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Poolza
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
a girl kissed a boy
and told him not to tell
he grew up to be a poet
with a promise kept so well
till he wrote one day a poem
that she’s found reading, but forgot
and wondered if it’s really him
and thinking that it’s not
but buried within these pages
and hidden within the rhyme
were words dripping from his lips
caressing every line
so she came in a little closer
and read it to the end
and found him in the poem
and kissed his lips again
Now it’s your turn not to tell
You were the only thing I knew when the night grew dark,
Now you're the only thing I don't recognise on the brightest of days...
just
trying
to
liquor
down
my thoughts,
replacing
them
for some
memories
that can't be
bought.
The paradox of alcohol: it does help with erasing bad memories and creating equally memorable ones.
 Apr 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Owen
Everything stopped.
Suddenly, all I had
was the air in my lungs,
the tears on my face,
and the little bit of space
occupied by my corpse.
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