

this poem is me1.this poem is me
I started this poem at midnight with cigarette smoke choking my skin
and the outside air clogging up
my cold lungs.
The damp floor stole my seat, so I just stood in the dark looking up.
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I see nothing-ness, just black with the occasional pale yellow moon clambering into my view. I like how eyelashes curl upwards
and the blue of your irises, but that doesn’t matter, not now everything has squeezed into shadow.
And the clouds - well they just hold onto happy things, letting go of the ugly
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I loved youI loved you Even after all you put me through "I still do" Don't try to deny it You knew I'd still love you but it's gone too far now I've got to let you go.I loved you
What did I ever do to deserve this? Six months of waiting "Just to be back the way it was" always was Was not...
Yet still every breath I take belongs to you is for you "Heartfelt" Put me down Mess me around.
You try to mould me into something I can't simply be "I can't be what you want me to" but you don't hear me speak
All I wan
Lonely
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We are genuine, and yet regarded as imposters;
We are dying, and, behold, we live on;
We are sorrowful, and yet we always rejoice;
We have nothing, and yet we posses everything.
2 Corinthians 6:8-10 (paraphrased)
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We are genuine, and yet regarded as imposters;
We are dying, and, behold, we live on;
We are sorrowful, and yet we always rejoice;
We have nothing, and yet we posses everything.
2 Corinthians 6:8-10 (paraphrased)
and proud of it
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