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i don’t want you
to worry.
i just want you
to stay.

i’ll say
i’m fine.
just don’t
go away.
you reached out
on january 7th in 2024,
and i haven’t stopped
loving you since.

in music,
in poems,
in every sleepy
“goodnight, i love you.”

you are the quiet
i want to come home to.
my comfort,
my constant,
my boy.
?
I’m not quite sure
What I’m doing here

What does it matter?
Why do I matter?

How is this the river mouth of my tears?
Are these the consequences of my actions?

What would it be like if things were different?
Why couldn’t things be different?

What does it matter?
Why do I matter?

Do I matter?
Why?

I’m not complaining, really
Just questioning.
To be human is

To create
To think
To laugh

To cry
To love
To hate

To have opinions
To have feelings
To have identity

I don't think I'm human.

Rather, an artificial mimic.
A failure of a person.
An insult to humanity.

Nothing Nothing Nothing.
Its nice

Like a hug
Like fireworks
Like

Like everything might be okay
Sometimes I think it has gone away
Those are the times that I’m mistaken.

The hurt, it always comes back.
Reminding me that I’ll never get better.
When I sleep,
I no longer dream.
If I do dream,
It fades with the rising sun.
Unless it's one
Where you lay in my arms
Sleeping, because I was too late.

Who could forget such a dream?
I had another nightmare last night. I wish they'd stop.
From young, we play--
Tiny hands, big dreams

Then they hand us books,
And say, study hard.
Why?
So we can work in the future.

Why work? To enjoy.
Then work more
To enjoy a little more.

A loop,
Endless and spinning

So I say good riddance!
I denounce this life and laugh in its face.
It has no meaning.
Not unless you give it one.

The world can give you a hundred reasons.
But none of them are yours
Write your own answer.
Life is a tool. What will you do with it?
I treat new friends
Like one night stands
Convince myself that they,
Like so many others,
Will leave.

Give them a glimpse
Of who I am--
Pre planned parts of my heart.
Never too much,
Never close enough
For them to take root and stay.

I take the thrill
Of someone new;
Their taste sparks on my tongue
Until I throw it all away
When the morning comes

I treat new friends
Like one night stands
And leave before they do
I'm a very social person and have met a lot of people whom I could have been close to had I not run.
our autumn fizzles                                               we're losing our mind
away into the winter                                            but in the sharp night
and the beckoning mirage                                   there it stands;
it begins to splinter                                               the subtle light
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