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Keep salting the wound I'm close
I woke up and decided against suffering. I put half and half in my coffee
just finished learning how strong i can be if i have to!! i hope the next thing i learn is something fun and awesome ššš
whatever.
i dont caaaaaare
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I had this dream. I mightāve been awake when I had it, but itās so hard to tell these days. I was reading in the kitchen, headphones so loud I donāt realize Iām burning the food on the stove until I smell it. I am frustrated, but when you walk in, I laugh. I find nothing funny right now, but I am laughing to ease the tension the way my mother taught me, inadvertently. I started reading again so you would tell your friends Iām smart, not hot. Youād tell them Iām interesting, not fun. Someone you like to have around in the day as well as the night. In the midst of the forced laughter, you touch me, and I want to recoil. I want to shrug you off and hold it against you how much you misunderstood me in this moment. But I can feel by the touch of your hands that it is not me and you and the moment. We are the moment. We are the seconds ticking down on the oven timer and the ever freezing air creeping in through the window panes, night after night. My dedication to being misunderstood is dissolved by more than the drink I made while cooking. It is against my better judgment that I allow the feel of you to put me at ease. I do not tense. I continue to laugh, but now at my own foolishness. My own desire to be jaded. All these years, my want to be so smart, and so interesting and such the woman who exists in the hour of the wolf, that I didnāt realize I could loosen my muscles. That I could give in to your touch if it feels good. That anything could feel good. I am laughing at my own idea of myself. And before you can kiss me through the laughter, I wake. But the comfort persists. Not as a dull ache, but more a fond memory. I let it rest on top of me, all its weight, and Iām forced to realize that I look forward to seeing you. I actually look forward to being in the kitchen with you.
you are just mad because time cast a spell on you but you wonāt forget me
Iām a thousand different people, btw. Yeah, like a never ending self, reborn by the hour? I hope thatās okay.
Soemthing is wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong
Something isnāt right right right right right
be careful going for walks this september. the air might smell like recess in second grade and you might get sick to your stomach with melancholia
ive heard if its all gone wrong and is fucked beyond repair you can actually use it for banana bread
ātoo much garlicā whats next? too much love?
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What you will
I donāt recall the last time I knew love without loss. The last time I read a poem written from the pen of someoneās aching hand and felt the reach in the present tense. To recite aloud to you a verse and say, āthis is how it feelsā rather than to wake from a distant dream and say, to no one, āthis is how it once felt.ā
I know it now!!!! I love so loudly, I love in real time!!!!! This is how it feels!!!!!!!!!!!
they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again