I don't write poetry with the right heart,
I am a little disgusting.
A little pale.
A little starving
And a little pleasetakemeback.
I have a broken microphone in my chest,
trying to sing to you in muffled sounds
that I make.
I know I should not love you
in this way.
But I do.
Still.














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the world's still turning? > the world's still turning.
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Hi!...
I am a proud admin. of project-improve!
I write. I am obsessed with music.
I am insane. I
I paint. I play instruments.
I play videogames. I listen to metal.
I love Jesus.
Any questions?
ive missed you so.
*you should NOT love him*
[but you know this]
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"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in a rather scornful tone,"It means just what I choose it to mean, neither more nor less."
...check.
Even pastier and thinner still?
Check, check..
Gaping desperation, blatant irrationality, and a shattered heart?
Check. Check. Check.
This is the third poem i have found in the last seven days that is completely and fully my life right this moment...echoing so many of these broken-record thoughts swimming laps around my mind, and this impossible heaviness attached so so many of those thoughts..
i love how this seems almost simple at first, but upon a second and third reading, is becomes as compicated and layered as all these charactaristically human irrationalities that come with being lost and alone in love...
Thank you..
Your words have a tragic beauty about them that brings certain things into a sad but not quite despondent sort of light.
And...and it's kind of nice to discover that you're not alone in your aloneness.
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You.
Yes, you.
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If my calculations are correct, SLINKY + ESCALATOR = EVERLASTING FUN!
So fitting to my life right now.
Your incredible.
You inspire me.
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