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basil Sep 2019
this isn't really a poem. i just need somewhere that i can get my feelings out without feeling judged.

i feel like garbage. i had an overall good day, but for some reason, tonight turned to ****. i don't even know what's wrong. i just need a ******* hug, dude. that's really all i want. i feel like i have no one to turn to and it just... hurts.
i don't know how to put my thoughts in to words, but this is me trying.
basil Sep 2019
i miss smoking,
but i think i miss you more.
basil Aug 2019
every morning when i wake
i'm greeted by the smell of stomach aches
i wish i was not awake

each night when it is time
to rest my sleepy head
i often lay awake
and wish that i was dead
pray the lord my soul to take

every morning when i wake
it's still the smell of stomach aches
basil Aug 2019
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i love you. OH HOW I LOVE YOU !!!

drive me insane, go ahead. i'll let you.
basil Aug 2019
i want to scream as you plunge deeper in my soul
slowly, slowly
losing control

the lips of lovers loving
a feeling nearly unfamiliar
you have fast lips,
slow down a bit
basil Aug 2019
they say grief has 5 stages.
but which one am i at?

rewind.

dec. 24, 2014.
the last time i saw you
building little racetracks out of playdough for the younger kids.
i remember the little purple dolphin.

fast forward.

butterflies.
the little yellow monarch butterflies we used to find everywhere.
they remind me of you now.

rewind.

georgia.
making lean-to shelters in the backyard of the cabin.
we would catch tadpoles in little butterfly catching nets.
remember the big one i caught?
because i do.

cullen.
please catch butterflies up there for me, too.
i miss you
basil Aug 2019
i'm talking about me. of COURSE i'm talking about myself. but who is "me"?

i don't know who i am.
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