I love
I hate
I yearn
I ache
The pain
The chase
Eyes and ears and taste
The hands
That shake
Making love to my mistakes
Regret
Remorse
Embracing my own corpse
Change
Sorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Paranoia
Trust
Drenched in pixie dust
Manic
Placid
The future's dipped in acid
Hope
Unrest
Bricks inside my chest
Friction
Freedom
Lies that I believe in
Tears
Laughter
Curate my own disaster
Chalk
Frost
Skin made up of moss
Tide
Concrete
Death before retreat
Time
Space
Stuffed inside a case
Fraud
Truth
The difference between the two
"I'm fine"
It's true
And if you actually knew
What could you even do?
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
I love
I hate
I yearn
I ache
The pain
The chase
Eyes and ears and taste
The hands
That shake
Making love to my mistakes
Regret
Remorse
Embracing my own corpse
Change
Sorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Paranoia
Trust
Drenched in pixie dust
Manic
Placid
The future's dipped in acid
Hope
Unrest
Bricks inside my chest
Friction
Freedom
Lies that I believe in
Tears
Laughter
Curate my own disaster
Chalk
Frost
Skin made up of moss
Tide
Concrete
Death before retreat
Time
Space
Stuffed inside a case
Fraud
Truth
The difference between the two
"I'm fine"
It's true
And if you actually knew
What could you even do?
I'm sick. I'm sad. Thank god.
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