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The Jolteon Aug 2017
It touches my lips
And I go under
Like rolling thunder

I take a deep breath
And try to escape
How I feel the next day
The Jolteon Aug 2017
How rare
Love really
Is

I guess
I never
Realized

Consuming it
Like a
Joke

The joke
Is on
Me

But I
Still need
It
The Jolteon Aug 2017
Going in alone
I feel blind
More used to you
Being by my side

These days
I take deep breaths
Just to keep
My head on straight

One step forward
Five steps back
How long will it take
To get over you

New sucesses
Other failures
All things that I miss
Sharing with you
The Jolteon Aug 2017
Whats left of
Love
In the city

When all the
Real people
Are pushed out

Left with stuck up
Obnoxious
Elites

More interested in
Designer jeans
Designer sheets

Than with
A heart that beats
Compassion and life

The gritty
The ugly
The poor

Are simply
In this city
No more

Whats left of love
In a place so barren
Void of life
It's harder and harder to meet real, genuine people here in San Francisco. The rich, elites, highly educated in the city are pretentious and fake. Not only is there a eviction and displacement crisis, but real love has also left the city
The Jolteon Aug 2017
All these lonely people
Fall into the arms
Of some unknown stranger
The Jolteon Aug 2017
I start to
Think about
You
So much
That
I begin to
Dream about
You
And the
Next day
You just roll
Around
And around
In my
Head
Until I
See you
Again
The Jolteon Aug 2017
Do you ever
Notice
The way things
Come
Crushing in
All at
Once
Sometimes
My anxiety
Peaks

I guess
The
Does ****
The pain
But now
Adays
I'm just
In a daze
Faded
****** up
And
Lonely
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