#shadowed words

[anti-the-poet]

I used to pray for light, When it was the dark, That protected me. Below the nadir, At the heart of midnight’s lakeside dreams.

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[anti-the-poet]

I discover him, Through his songs and art. I discover him, And his burdened heart. He tells me a truth, That feels like a lie. And every confession of attraction, Feels like goodbye.

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[anti-the-poet]

I’m stepping away. There’s no place that is safe, Anymore. Our shadows, Burned, By the sun, Coming over the horizon.

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[anti-the-poet]

Avoidant-attachment. Irrefutable entrapment. He promised me hope, And delivered disappointment. And this shit should be a crime, But it’s just a sign of the times.

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[anti-the-poet]

The man thinks himself a king. The man thinks himself a gift to women. The man is nothing but a lost boy, With a hard dick, And an ego, That’s fractured beyond repair.

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[anti-the-poet]

My womb is fertile, While my resistance is futile. My body is headless, So why is my mind still so restless?

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[anti-the-poet]

And I used to pray for light, But this is not of His creation. All that was Divine, Left us behind, Without hesitation.

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