#acidic - Hello Poetry

they are polluted by my delusion they were born to ruin my tears are acidic and my burden is heavy my fears are basic and I feel incomplete already it's a lot to wrap my head around, especially when my feet are not on the ground I'd rather ride the clouds or catch a wave who determined that life had to be so grey, day in and day out paychecks in and I already spent it, this hole I cannot get out my teardrops are acid and my god I cannot hold them in any longer my emotions are stronger the longer they harbor.

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Mar 17, 2022

Mar 17, 2022 at 12:44 PM UTC

munybee

acid teardrops

they are polluted by my delusion they were born to ruin my tears are acidic and my burden is heavy my fears are basic and I feel incomplete already it's a lot to wrap my head around, especially when my feet are not on the ground I'd rather ride the clouds or catch a wave who determined that life had to be so grey, day in and day out paychecks in and I already spent it, this hole I cannot get out my teardrops are acid and my god I cannot hold them in any longer my emotions are stronger the longer they harbor.

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This is a poem for me, to me. You have a horrible singing voice but God knows, singing while you wash away dishes somehow makes cleaning your heart less cumbersome. I've been worried about you; you seem to be craving a psychopathic thrill, the kind where you feel everything but remorse; what a change of course, you didn't let the monsters change you, did you? Intensity sprawls over your dainty skin, either full equilibrium or capsizing until you sink, either confessing to possessing a soul gone obsidian or your confessions completely shrink. Girls like you are the reason why you don't see many small kids out late at night; you're either fully pacific or completely acidic, either lulling stability and resolution or chaos enveloped by your convulsions. You're a ******* storm... Now make sure the world knows.

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Oct 8, 2016

Oct 8, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC

crimsyy

To Me, For Me, From Me

This is a poem for me, to me. You have a horrible singing voice but God knows, singing while you wash away dishes somehow makes cleaning your heart less cumbersome. I've been worried about you; you seem to be craving a psychopathic thrill, the kind where you feel everything but remorse; what a change of course, you didn't let the monsters change you, did you? Intensity sprawls over your dainty skin, either full equilibrium or capsizing until you sink, either confessing to possessing a soul gone obsidian or your confessions completely shrink. Girls like you are the reason why you don't see many small kids out late at night; you're either fully pacific or completely acidic, either lulling stability and resolution or chaos enveloped by your convulsions. You're a ******* storm... Now make sure the world knows.

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It’s been 203 days since I’ve had Dr. Pepper with your lemon in it. The first weeks I had to hesitate at sit-downs. Now I’ve upgraded to the permanent taste of Cherry Pepsi with a slice of independence. I hope you still ask for a water with a lime instead of lemon. And I hope when they still bring you lemon water you feel my absence, and it stays with you when you leave our booth because I know you still sit there pretending I never did. Without a place for your lemon slice, you have to grit and bear. How does it feel. I hope that acidic taste stains your mouth and reminds you of me.

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Dec 21, 2014

Dec 21, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC

dana-k

March 13 2014

It’s been 203 days since I’ve had Dr. Pepper with your lemon in it. The first weeks I had to hesitate at sit-downs. Now I’ve upgraded to the permanent taste of Cherry Pepsi with a slice of independence. I hope you still ask for a water with a lime instead of lemon. And I hope when they still bring you lemon water you feel my absence, and it stays with you when you leave our booth because I know you still sit there pretending I never did. Without a place for your lemon slice, you have to grit and bear. How does it feel. I hope that acidic taste stains your mouth and reminds you of me.

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is that heartburn in my chest or is the battery acid seeping from my over-charged heart creeping back up fighting to get out expel itself from this sinking ship. you don't ruin everything. everything ruins someone and everyone ruins something. the circle of life rides its line ruthlessly cutting into the track fate laid across my wrists. you can't recharge dying batteries. leave them alone too long and they leak a hazardous acid touch it, and it'll eat away at your fingers just try and take it out of me. i dare you. try to make me better. it'll eat away at you too, just like it eats me.

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Oct 3, 2014

Oct 3, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC

Redshift

heartbeat(en)

is that heartburn in my chest or is the battery acid seeping from my over-charged heart creeping back up fighting to get out expel itself from this sinking ship. you don't ruin everything. everything ruins someone and everyone ruins something. the circle of life rides its line ruthlessly cutting into the track fate laid across my wrists. you can't recharge dying batteries. leave them alone too long and they leak a hazardous acid touch it, and it'll eat away at your fingers just try and take it out of me. i dare you. try to make me better. it'll eat away at you too, just like it eats me.

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