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I saw you,haunted and smiling. I saw you,all my voicesthe numbersthe questionsthe screamingthe insecuritiesthe obsessionsthe panicthe pointlessnessthe self-pitythethethethe abyss they all just.just.stopped. and and Everything made sense,for a moment And I was stupid enoughto think you’d stay.
Two- fifty- one AM and we’rewith white and cream paint stainzebras, studying them race fromone crack in the ceilingto the … Continue reading
I’ve nothing here but to exist. I won’t flourish into ametaphor for those bornin my year.I shall not be allas all shall not be me,my world will be engraved in a bulletricocheting through the gapsin my memory,all too too much … Continue reading
Stood in the mirror,I knew, and declared,“I could never know you,”never as much as trigger-happyfantasies would want me to. I ran away with my mind,with no intention of coming back.That wasn’t your fault. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry. /// Twitter: … Continue reading
Writing lines was a rebellion Before it was a punishment. Now it is only the prison And the sentence.
See, sometimes it hurtsTo put words to verse,When you try to make a differenceBy cursing worseThan any other English writer out there;You try to make yourWriting frightening, how scaredDo you want your audience?Loved ones – right there –Watching you becomeYour … Continue reading