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I'm just a ramble.


I am what you are;
I am a product, a story, a creation,

and these thoughts creep through broken skin
until they're infecting my bones,
and I bite my lip until it's so sore
because all I can do, is write invisible letters
to invisible people
who don't really care.


I have calendar dates chiseled underneath my eyelids
and with every breath I take I cross one off.

Sometimes,
I feel like I've gone through my rations of breaths for the day.





I have a playlist
that's on repeat
because it's what keeps my
anchored down lungs crawling across the pavement outside,
when I find myself tripping over my own two feet for you,

and
when this melancholy collection of emotions scratches through my surface.


I pretend that it doesn't matter,
but we both know that that's not true,


and so it makes me confused.
I'm confused as to what I should do,
and my heart is fine because it's beating,
but it's my thought process that hurts,

and it's over.
I pull down the curtain and stair at the show,
and these shallow breaths are falling through my ribcage,
and I'm recycling them with plastic bottles,
and I'm rambling with words that don't make sense,
because I like to think that I know what I think,

but then I realize that none of it makes sense,


and I can't do this alone,

but I'm alone.
This is lonely.

Author notes

Last week, I wrote a poem that I really liked and my college's internet ate it instead,
so I hope it was good.

This sucks.
But again,
I'm not motivated for pretty.
This boy that I reallly realllly liked, because he was amazing, just broke up with me after a week,
because of God.




Life really just hates me.
So it's like,
yeah,
thanks.

Whatever.

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  • sarxah3
    October 24
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    that was really, really good. i liked it a lot! (:


  • Candy Morphine
    October 12

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    I have calendar dates chiseled underneath my eyelidsI have calendar dates chiseled underneath my eyelidsI have calendar dates chiseled underneath my eyelidsI have calendar dates chiseled underneath my eyelidsI have calendar dates chiseled underneath my eyelidsI have calendar dates chiseled underneath my eyelids








    -I LOVE THAT LINE.