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 Nov 2017 parttimeboy
laken
Numb
 Nov 2017 parttimeboy
laken
As it turns out,
I’m not very good
at writing broken poetry.

Whatever this pain inside
Of me is, it isn’t
ready to come out.

I have writers block
Like the block on my heart.
I swear it hasn’t beat sense you left.

The words won’t flow,
And neither will the blood
My hands are numb as I write

This **** poetry and
The only thing that will fix
It is the warmth of your love.

Come back
Sorry I don’t know what to feel & this is my process of figuring it out.
Two brains, eyes, ears and lungs,
Two feet, legs, arms and hands;
Ten toes and fingers,
Two kidneys too,
And teeth to spare,
Still countless are my thinning hairs.
I'm ready for the deluge,
I'm a walking ark.

And why not two souls too.

If I had two souls,
I know what I would do;
Like Dorian, I'd degenerate.
Let one be ****** eternally,
The other gets Paradise.
The odds are in my favor,
I'm rolling dotless dice.

And two hearts would do.

If I could have two hearts,
How'd I be today?
One could be broken,
One stay whole,
Not to be given away.
Yet my outcome
Would be the same;
A thousand hearts won't do.
 Nov 2017 parttimeboy
David Bojay
black kendrick lamar hoodie
white tall tee
creamy vest
batman sweater with a zipper on the side
grey northface jacket
different (styles)

expressed on a tuesday morning

living in a rainbow

it's good to be a little "rainbow"

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