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I read the post and I immediately thought of you,
And I know that that is something that I shouldn’t do.
But when I read it, my brain began to wonder if it was just a coincidence,
Relief (Heartless)
September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday
He’s a book with boxes
Analytical machine with no off switch
He’s got a checklist
And I'm on it
The Question
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
I came to get help
Not to get hurt
And every time you make a move
i feel tired at 7:30 (p.m)
sometimes i go to bed that early
sometimes i stay up to a grand 8:30
exhausted of putting my feelings into jokes
They say love is patient, love is kind
Love is silent, love is blind
I say love is open, love is wild
You can't contain it, or disclaim it
Love isn't a negotiation or a contract
If you told me I was good at poems,
Of this man you speak of I'd say I didn't know 'em.
I'd say I can't be good at any of this!
For I only do it for some, likely, unobtainable bliss.
Day 1
I was afraid to have to repeat it again
in the hospital because I'd rather be dead
I have been there before, baggy scrubs and socks
Stomach in knots, my poisoned liver still rots
As a freshman, awesome meant passing a test without studying.
As a sophomore, awesome meant getting invited to an upperclassmen party.
As a junior, awesome meant getting a promposal with the football captain.
We live in a world where people hold grudges
People hold onto their own opinions, there are no budges
From forgetting to return a phone call
Life is not easy to give.
Impermanent like the soft wind that caresses one’s cheek.
Convoluted like the active glomerulus inside both kidneys.
Dense like the bones wrapped in muscles and skin.
Meghan was a single mother of two
She worked until her fingers were red and blue
Her poor children would always whine and whine
One day she decided that would be the last time they whined
Patient #: Mr./Mrs. Wants-To-Recover
ID #: 02012544...No longer wishes to suffer
Diagnosis: Part of me torn asunder due to one silly little blunder
Physical Therapist: Nathan D. Optimist
We cannot know what pain feels like
Though evidence suggest it is unpleasant
We cannot know who they were before
Though evidence suggest they are now sick
We cannot know who their loved ones are
Up in my room
Sitting on my bed
Alone
With these mixed emotions
Getting the best of me
Thinking
Deep thinking
About my future
If I were to
Die tomorrow
All my life
He aimlessly cries for a place call home
as everyone keeps telling him “soon”
Reaches out with fragile arms
Into an empty space of an eggshell white
Only to be told “don’t do it”
Why am I me?
The air I breathe is so thick at times
Days like these I just close my eyes
The tears fall at the wrong times
When I laugh I wipe my wet skin
When I'm sad my skins dry
The water was clean, the water was clear
The water was felt and fell over her
Through her hair and to the nape of her neck
It ran down her shoulders, onto her back
Clear, clean, and cold it crept to her soul
