blanketsandeggs
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being addicted to a certain kind of sadness
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Post by blanketsandeggs on Aug 7, 2016 23:20:27 GMT -6
i dunno but here's a longer poem. i wanna stab my own eyeballs out but maybe posting this here will work the same. might post more if i write anything that doesn't make me want to throw up.
exe.exe
sometimes i wish u weren’t dead
not because i think we’d be happy together
but because i want you to know how much you’ve wrecked
i could have been so much different
if i could sleep at night
if i could touch
if i could feel
but i can’t
or
i struggle to
the nights you haven’t ruined are an escape
the nights i have free from you i can’t even enjoy
because all i do is try and pick up pieces
eternally
and the next day somebody (mostly you)
comes and knocks them all over again
and the superglue will never dry
and the duct tape frays with reuse
and i don’t know how i’m supposed to hold it together
sometimes i wish u weren’t dead
not because i loved you (which i did(do))
but because i want to love (do love (am trying) (desperately))
somebody else
we could have been so much different
if i wasn’t scared to be anything more than empty
if i wasn’t expecting to be lied to all the time
if i wasn’t lost anytime i get an ounce of real from anyone
but i am
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