confessional poem
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“You’re good at being you”Why does that make my heartStop
“You’re so extra”Why does that warm my cheeks
I’m garbage“At least you’re hot garbage”This shouldn’t tie my affections to you
I used to be a little bit afraid when I’m trying to be brave
I used to be a little bit sad when I’m trying to be happy
I used to be a little bit angry when I’m trying to forgive
I used to be unfaithful
To others.
Pardon me if I regret this
Father, these are my confessions
I'm selfish, reckless, and restless
Pleas fall on deaf ears from friends that once were mine
I suppose that's just how time flies
