#vent poetry

[stargazers-satellite]

softness is a privilege that some take for granted.

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[mindbranded]

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[tradingjack]

reading trimax like "oh ho ho boys to project my trauma on?? don't mind if i do :3"

[enesl]

If you think you can not be loved, it's because you don't understand what it is.

[canales-poe]

I love you

I say this, every time

I catch myself saying it to the wind, on every rhyme

Where I to have a moment to think, I would type out

“I love you”

Like a tic, it was

I would grab a pencil and do so, for no reason

I would find my eyes to brim with hatred, and say it the same

And my nature had me asking, not too long after,

Who or what did I say it to

It’s a disaster, my silly gray matter,

I could not tame it to save my life,

Apparently,

My tongue would flick such words so naturally,

And I would lie that way to mother nature

Who am I loving, so much, so often?

What is it that captures my body, and makes me plead for it?

I don’t know

I never will

But I still do, and that way it would stay

And that, I knew

I love you, I said again

To this poem, instead

And I will still wonder why

For the rest of the day.

[stargazers-satellite]

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[yourfriendlycourtjester]

249 Drafts

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Lately, I've heard love compared to drugs.

A chemical explosion in your cortex,

Just lights that flicker out.

And they always flicker out,

That is repeatedly stated.

I've learned that love cannot save me.

It cannot reverse the clock and rip my innocence back,

It cannot resurrect the dead

And as someone who has dabbled in both,

I'd have to argue that

While I've clawed at my skin

Desperate for the bitter taste,

I'm not sure it compares to that sinking loss

Of connection.

Expectations, I suppose,

That's the root of it all.

I never expected, shivering and sweaty,

Those drugs would save me-

But you?

I thought you hung the moon.

x

[worldclassdisaster]

you've waited for nothing