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Parker Jun 2021
it scares me.
the way the world beats me down, pulverizing my hope and dreams.
the way the air smothers me,
no matter how smooth the oxygen is i fail to breath.
it scares me.
how you can make the worlds fists halt.
how you can make my lungs expand with ease.
you scare me baby, but i love it.
  May 2021 Parker
eileen
I'm liar

I'd be lying if I said I don't miss you

so much

I hate the way
we're so separated

breaks my tiny heart

you're still so beautiful

your smile is worth gold

don't do what you're told

I'm wondering

if you miss me too

I think you do

maybe that hurts me a little more than it should
  May 2021 Parker
Steve Page
Did I hurt you?
Did I help you?
Did I push too hard?
Did I ask too much
of you?
Or was it just
what you needed?
Was it defeat?
Friendships are complicated
  May 2021 Parker
Juneau
the roses are dead
the violets are too
if you want to join them
i'll come with you
February 12 2019

fifty-nine

Just kidding*fingers crossed*
Why is suicide so ****?
Parker May 2021
what happened to us
what happend to the late night walks and the cookies made at 2 am
that happened to the stolen kisses and secrets whispered in the moon light
what happened to us
we are shells of people trying our hardest to love
what happened my love.. where did we go
Parker May 2021
sometimes i feel that im no where near good enough
that no matter what i do ill never be enough for you
my body always will be
my wandering hands always will be
but **** my heart i guess
itll never matter
ill never matter
a vent tbh
  May 2021 Parker
M
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
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