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my heart used to flutter
when you texted me
I would gush at every compliment
but then
I was impatient to be called yours
you cut our situationship off
and decided we should be just friends
it broke my heart
as tears streamed down my face
but soon enough
I accepted it as that
but then
you became distant
and stopped replying to me
you left me on read/seen
it made my heart heavy
and stomach churn
I stopped begging for
your attention
and affection
now I no longer care
I do not feel anything for you
my heart is steady
I don't look forward to
your texts
I barely think of you
I am done
done with this mess
I will wipe my hands of
this situation
and leave it in the past
I just stopped caring when my effort isn't returned
 1d bronn
Traveler
There is so much more
That I want to see
All around the world
And in between

Tastes, sights
And places afar
Where ever friendly faces
And opening arms

So much more
To be consumed
This planet we're on
Is a fruitful womb

A meal a beer
A sample of the yield
Blackberry, blueberry
Strawberry fields

St. Ambrose Bees
Sweet honey mead
I want to sample
Every good thing I see!

   I am that
Western Traveler
    Indeed
   ...
Traveler Tim
You
First
I count
All the stars
Shining above.
But after you came,
And I watched you go,
Now I sit— wise,
Pensive, and
Count the
Dark.
~
The day was orange
The word is yellow
Out like a light switch
Teeth a steady glow

The projectile's
Crisscross trajectory
Is no kindness

In the catacombs of this mine
Watch it leak
Watch it settle

What remains is
Subterranea, urania
Built to last
A moment to inhale
Before fade to black

~
It’s raining.
As they see the exit poll.
The difference too small.

It’s raining.
As they see the late poll.
Is Poland going to fall?

It’s raining.
They look up the last poll.
They won’t sleep tonight.
Nor will they tomorrow.
They won’t breathe.
They won’t… They can’t anymore.
And it’s funny because they used to love rain, but now Nawrocki is their president.
 May 26 bronn
Sovi
You called it love, then cut me open. Said it didn't hurt just a plastic knife.

But I loved you, so I didn't flinch. And that's why I still bleed.

— The End —