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Today the words
they all say are
“don’t worry about things that
you cannot control”
and I am livid because I
can’t control them but
we can
we could have.
Tell me why you
throw your hands up at my
broken leg
as if nothing at all
could fix it
when the ER is only down the block.
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Hey mum the sadness hurts. You never told me it would hurt like this in my stomach and chest and everywhere. Hey mum I'm not in love with anyone and I don't know what to do without a muse, god? Hey mum I'm lost. Hey mum I don't know what my favourite colour is anymore and it's destroying me. Hey mum thank you for buying olives because I'm the only one who likes olives and if I die no one's going to eat them. Hey mum I don't know how to make myself loveable. Hey mum if I took all the pills in the medicine cabinet would I die? Hey mum you should get a lock for the medicine cabinet. Hey mum I want to bleed. Hey mum where are the bandages? Hey mum I'm sorry I started doing drugs, they make me feel warm inside. Hey mum thank you for reminding me to change my sheets, sorry I used the last of the bleach. Hey mum sorry I lost my purity. Hey mum sorry there's nothing left. Hey mum sorry your mum died. Hey mum can I still call you when I'm gone? Hey mum sorry I'm gay. Hey mum I'm scared you don't love me anymore. Hey mum I'm scared you never loved me. Hey mum save me. Hey mum sorry I took your sleeping pills. Hey mum sorry I took your sleep. Hey mum sorry. Hey mum would you love me more if I was dead? Hey mum sorry. Hey mum I want to kill myself.
#stupid poetry#tw sui ideation#like a lot#tw sh implied#tw drugs mention#depression go brr#this is really cringe tbh#sorry mum#poetry?
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I wish
A hundred things
Neither good nor kind
Thinking about the way your hand felt in mine
I want your
Eyes looking back at me
I want
To see you
I want to never hear your voice again
I wish
I could understand how i feel
I wish your
Hand never left my chest
I wish
You had laid back down
And wrapped your teeth around my carotid
And tugged
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Oh Fire Alarm
There is no fire
It was a mechanical failure
With a cleaning machine
Oh Fire Alarm
It is no fault of yours
You are doing your job
An important role
To alert to evacuate
In case of emergency
I appreciate you
Oh Fire Alarm
But
Oh Fire Alarm
There is no fire
Rest assured
I'm in no danger
So please
Oh Fire Alarm
Please
Stop screaming in my ears
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Brown kisses you warm my heart,
Brown kisses you fill my pages,
Brown kisses your keyboard smashes are delicate,
Oh brown kisses, oh you.
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I love you like a child loves their favorite dessert after dinner.
I love you like a mother loves their newborn after holding them for the first few minutes of a new chapter of life.
I love you like an artist loves their paint sets.
I love you to the point I’d give anything and everything to be as important to you as you seem to be to me..
I understand now there is someone else you’d wish would love you the way I do, but I’d rather beg and beg for the love I want so bad.
I take that back, I don’t want to beg. I want to be normal. Normal over you, I don’t want to be obsessed any longer I just want to enjoy you how we are.
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I don't know if it is better or worse after your disappearance
Your presence made me feel a wilting flower, but your departure did not allow me to recover
All the time I feel like I'm rotting
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i know that logically it wouldnt work because i take up too much space. i am loud and im big and we wouldnt look good together. were a good match, but he is simply not made for me. he is made for pretty, skinny, straight neurotypical girls who arent confused. who arent stupid. who love themselves and know themselves and dont take up too much space. they take up just the right amount, just like he does. he is not made for me. and this is not okay, and i am not okay, but maybe it will be and i will be, in time. maybe. maybe he can be for me. maybe i can mold myself into someone who he wants to be seen with. into someone who would be worth his time. at this time, he is too good. i can not be with him, because he is not made for me. he is made for good. he is not made for me.
#stupid poetry#poetry#ramblings of a madman#wrote this about my crush like a year ago#yearning#sorta pathetic
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I love you
but I don't often think of you
I'd rather think of cicadas
inside the pine forest
overcoming the shouting of men
I don't often think of you
- Milena 🍃
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Someone really should make a word to describe how I yearn for
the sickly sweet nostalgia and unconditional comfort
the warm hugs and intoxicating scents
the laughter and games and bedtime stories
of a home that never existed
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Whoof.
Hamstring Charlie Horse,
Not My Favorite Equine,
Electrolytes NOW!
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I tire of thinking of the things I
could've done
would've been
should've said
I often forget I also have done, have been and have said, things the past me would have thought about.
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I thought I was Het
I thought I was Cis
I thought I was straight when I kissed my wife
I can't be that
So now I'm this
And now I'm just gay when I kiss my wife
#transgender#lgbtqia+#shitpost#stupid#stupid poetry#4am thoughts#get out of my head foul rhyming demon#I did not summon you Etrigan#Rise rise the form of wo-man#gone the demon Etrigan
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I spend my nights hearing to soft whispers and imagining your face.
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i never realized how loneliness affects me.
years spent, alone. ignored.
i didn't realize. i'm lonely.
at school, they forget I'm there. i fade into the background.
everything about me is forgettable.
i try to stand out. wear makeup. wear expressive outfits. dye my hair bright colors.
nothing works. the world adjusts to my outbursts and moves on.
the change is forgotten. the crowd refuses to part.
and im sat in the back of the class. alone.
sure, i'll make a friend here or there.
someone realizes i exist for a split second.
but then i'm gone again.
sucked back into the haze of the fog that clouds my vision.
maybe if i could talk. if my voice would work.
but there are thorns wrapping my throat.
a knife held against the soft skin, threatening me every time i move to speak.
perhaps i'm meant to be this way. left to the background.
the fog grows thicker as the days go on. it gets colder. the sky darkens.
and i'm left alone.
sitting in the middle of the forest.
no one around to hear my pathetic attempts to scream.
#original poem#poems on tumblr#lonliness#vent post#stupid poetry#shitty writing#poorly written#cringe#stupid#my poem#my writing
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