Anything everything lust life pain sin regrets hurt love lost forgotten
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The rainThe wavesThe temporary feeling of blissThe cigarette pressed between his lips"I'll take you to a place with a view and we'll have the time of our lives"
I’m rolling my eyes
into the back of
my head
and I’m in a club
I’m breaking my
teeth on each other
but they won’t stop
chattering about
old memories
with a girl I
once built
you
are staring
and I can feel it
in the back
of my head
boring holes
trying to
get to my brain
but the music
is too loud
and I know
you can’t hear
my thoughts
I’m sitting here
I am fizzled and I am
tired of being nineteen
I want to be 8 again
and I want to build
sandcastles and pretend
I don’t know who
I am until
the sun burns up
always smoking pot
by the back door
sometimes with people
but mostly myself
and it smells like
loneliness
in the simplest way
and there’s always
people here
but not for me
I don’t know whatever attracts me to boysor menhowever you perceive them
I don’t know why I sometimes feelboiled bloodsomewhere southof my chest
he tasted likeashtrays,stale alcohol,
and a guilty pleasureI knew I shouldn’t havewanted so badly
I’m thinkingof peoplethat don’t careabout me
and I’m notsure if I care for themor if I’m boredand justwouldn’t minda mouth tomake out with
when you whisper, “do you ever miss me?”in your drunken state,it puts me in a difficult position
becausemissing you was adefault setting I neverwanted to admit to having
The feeling of loneliness, and abandonment.
Feeling like everything is a loss.
The feeling of walking around inside not knowing where you are or why you're there, you just are.
