i miss you..
like how the sun miss the moon,
when everything was going well
why do we have to end so soon..
hoping we could still gel..

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i miss you..
like how the sun miss the moon,
when everything was going well
why do we have to end so soon..
hoping we could still gel..
out of the porch moon
hold me your gun has brought down enough mist which clouds
into your past
what rules what justice all advertise
crystal advertisements —
holler aloud on waves of internet shatter over our continents of cravings
that introspect for you for me
medially
a gorgeous hammock
clasp me after there's nothing left of you
ssshhhh listen
someone shuns these turquoise suns of death
with me, you get a homie, a lover, a best friend and a psycho.
it hurts.. it yearns.. but haha
of course! at the end of the day, youre still the victim:)
maybe its back..
overwhelming feelings,
overthinking & overreacting..
maybe he’s back,
the one that starts with D and ends with D
maybe he is out to get me,
maybe he has already gotten me.
yes i cheated.
i have changed, i truly believe that.
since day 1 till now,
youre still a liar, youre still a fox,
you wanted change,
maybe all you wanted was for yourself to change.
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
Franz Kafka, 1912
Me to myself
it's funny how little things make me violently upset and angry
because i don’t have wheels,
i am not enough.
until i have wheels,
i will never be enough.
i wish some wheels could roll over me,
because even if i had wheels today,
it wont change how the day rolls..