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 May 2017 f ł ø w ë r
ryrosaur
My hands keep shaking.
Pronouns are a mess.
Help? No, nothing really helps anymore.
I'm just
Kind of
Here
Essentially, there's really nothing left.
I'm a body running on automatic.
Whelp
I wrote a thing
I can't write poetry, but I can rant about emotional turmoil!!!
 May 2017 f ł ø w ë r
ryrosaur
1/24/17

I talked to her today.
I cried in gym class over it.
I told myself what to say and I just couldn’t.
But I said what I needed to, and she apologized. We talked it out—actually had a nice, diplomatic discussion about it, and I got a promise. I know she’s trying.

And the funny thing is that I don’t feel completely emotionally drained anymore.
There’s something there.

2/8/17
It’s gone again. I think it was the drugs I was on: they cleared my mind.
Made me forget.
I lost everything I’d gained that day.
Pain meds. Hospital. Long story.
 May 2017 f ł ø w ë r
ryrosaur
It's late.
And I type too loudly.
I barely even wrote anything - I just apologized for running.
They broke up with me and I hid away for a month.
This weekend? Yeah, I locked myself in my room and didn't come out.
Sorry I dunno how to write and it's late and ghosts are walking around upstairs again
 May 2017 f ł ø w ë r
ryrosaur
I've already prepared myself for the loneliness which is sure to come.
I just got back from Burger King.
I found out that I don't like Burger King.
This is not a poem, this is a boy/non-binary-human complaining about fast food in the American society. Especially in the South. GUYS.
 May 2017 f ł ø w ë r
J
How did I love you?
In case you didn't know
I loved you in such a way
Would collect all the fireflies in a jar
Outshine the stars in the skies
Just to see your beautiful eyes
 May 2017 f ł ø w ë r
moonllax
First stick, in the morning
Telling myself that you can do this thing
Still not yet convinced, second stick
Telling myself that It's not worth it, flick
Third stick, saying I don't give a ****
Breathe, breathe
It's hard to breathe
Fourth stick, telling myself that
I deserve someone better
Fifth stick, I'm so fed up with everything
Sixth stick, do I want her back?
yes? no? I dont know what to act
Seventh stick, why am I like this?
I don't understand, trying to make sense of this
Eight stick, do you still think of me?
Lungs intoxicated, staying alive as long as I can
Let me breathe normally once again
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when you feel like
you're drowning


learn to be a fish!.

[10W]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/14/2017

Thanks for the honor!
This was a very pleasant surprise!  

Blessings to you ALL!

♡Catherine
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