Nov 13, 2025
I guess it's the last poem (in this form) until mid-December.
If others come, there will be spilled writing.
Until then ? Stay stunned and you'll see
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I guess it's the last poem (in this form) until mid-December.
If others come, there will be spilled writing.
Until then ? Stay stunned and you'll see
Why do you keep trying to be buddy buddy, when you know deep down inside that we just fucking hate each other. Whispers and kisses, that's the remedy, I don't like being by myself. But now that I think about it that's how we live our lives. Lusting and thrusting towards anything that moves. We scream at the skies trying to open our eyes but the lightening pins us down 6 feet under. You say that you love me, but I know you don't mean it so just take it and throw it down the drain . Our trust is like shattered glass thrown away like fucking trash never to be put back together. Our life is slipping fast we try our hardest to make it last but there's nothing left to hold on to.