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secret notes from someone that doesn't know how to accept love

is like I’m desperate to find love, but when it comes to me I’m unable to take it.

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mood: wanting sex with u

Post mortem

"Post mortem" Flatline No vitals Breathes slowing down Gasping for air It's too late to resuscitate How can you even try How can you compress my chest After shooting the bullet through my sternum You took your shot Now you want to cry and plead to me Wishing things were different Hindsight is 20/20 Regret is a burning feeling that's brands you You can't help but see the damage you caused Watch me As they zip up my corpse in the body bag Throw me on a stretcher and wheel me off To the nearest morgue Flatline No vitals Breathes slowing down Gasping for air It's too late to resuscitate How can you even try How can you compress my chest After shooting the bullet through my sternum You took your shot Now you want to cry and plead to me Wishing things were different Hindsight is 20/20 Regret is a burning feeling that's brands you You can't help but see the damage you caused Watch me As they zip up my corpse in the body bag Throw me on a stretcher and wheel me off To the nearest morgue When they rest of our memories lay dead Toe tagged and bagged waiting to be burned As my soul vacates my body being plucked from existence waiting to shake hands with god A strong force snatched me from the sky Like a fishing line At this point it's easy to feel like a fish out of water I belong neither to this world nor the heavens I'm a drifter between dimensions A loner transcending through galaxies Then I woke up ... Feeling just as dead as in my dream Look down at my shirt Stained with red as if I bathed in merlot The sensation never felt realer When they rest of our memories lay dead Toe tagged and bagged waiting to be burned As my soul vacates my body being plucked from existence waiting to shake hands with god A strong force snatched me from the sky Like a fishing line At this point it's easy to feel like a fish out of water I belong neither to this world nor the heavens I'm a drifter between dimensions A loner transcending through galaxies Then I woke up ... Feeling just as dead as in my dream Look down at my shirt Stained with red as if I bathed in merlot The sensation never felt realer

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Bound

I've been writing a lot more lately this is my latest piece of writing and honestly one of my most personal pieces because it's directly about me and issues I've experienced with commitment and I wanted to share this because I feel like it's important for me to realize that I can sometimes be the problem and take accountability for that and work towards changing it I don't want to have fear anymore Bound Have you ever been tied down ? Like physically have you ever Had ropes binding your limbs Bound and gagged til you can breathe Can't speak screams fading into the air Tears streams heart racing Sitting in a dark room lonely and scared Can't foresee the outcome but knowing That the near future isn't Bright in fact it's Bleak ... Darkest days you'll ever see So now that we've established the visuals lets Get down to the nitty gritty The feeling of being bound are more emotional than physical I hate the idea of being this way I long for love and companionship I long for the soft touches and sweet kisses I live for love I love to live I want to give all of myself to some in return for all of them I want to be free .... Free of the thoughts that consume me I want to trust willingly and whole heartedly I want to leap of the proverbial cliffs in my life just to show that I am stronger than my fears And out of my back will sprout wing strong enough to carry me over these mountains that were forged when the molten hot lava of my heart collided with the fridged waves of my soul I never asked to be abandoned I never asked to be alone Since young that was all I ever felt Complexes I developed as a result of parentals Or lack there of Scarring me making me vulnerable and exposed nude and naked to the work plucked for my best of security and plopped down to the reality of my life which is spiraling somewhat out of my control But I promise that this my last mistake I will no longer toy with the hearts of the innocent I will be the man I always knew I could be kind respectful committed and not afraid to cry because it's okay to feel it's okay to allow others to see a side of you that if clothes in flesh and can be bruised and broken I will be the poster child for positive attitude I will re invent myself ...