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c Oct 2018
Isn’t it beautiful?
How I’m cutting the strings
That hold me together
And falling
So prettily
Apart?
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore but i know I’m only hurting myself
c Oct 2018
It’s not that I’m smiling
Because I’m happy
It’s the fact that I tend to cry
When I laugh.
c Oct 2018
I'm treading on
shoe soles of glass
one wrong move
I bust my ***.
they say I'm pretty
but what's that mean?
when pain is beauty,
you **** the queen.
watch your step
c Oct 2018
Lately
I’ve been thinking
About how people
Used to write
Letters.

They’d send them
Across the sea
And wait.

One month.
Three months.
Five?

But so much
Can happen in a week
Much less
A month.

We each have a clock
With an unknown.

Minutes that countdown,
minutes we’ve wasted.

An indefinite supply
Of a definite number.

Tell people
What you would write
If you knew
Something would happen
In the month you waited
For a reply.
We Aren’t Promised Tomorrow, But We Make Plans For It Anyway
c Oct 2018
I’ve cried a river
I’m building a bridge
But I can’t get over
How you said “just friends”
We both know that friends
Don’t feel like we do
But I’m used to nothing
Because nothing is new.
unrequited love is the worst hurt of all
c Oct 2018
If I leave your side
For just a little while
Maybe it won’t hurt me
When she makes you smile

Maybe if I leave you
My foggy mind will get clearer
And I will see you for who you are
Far less than superior.
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