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reflection.

you inspire me

to be nothing like you!

is that why i can see no way out?

only a sort of hopeless feeling,

only the same days on repeat

until there is nothing left to feel

& no one else to meet.

i wanted to see the world,

not my own empty eyes

staring back at me

from a dirty glass mirror

that will

never

sympathize, a striking reflection of my overflowing eyes.

#poem #poetry #words #shortpoem

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this house is not a home

please come home,

i love you so

what would you say,

do you even know?

that the world started crumbling

metaphorically, of course

as soon as you quickly & quietly left this place,

left us in a state of

uncertainty.

there is no beautiful way to tell you

that i’m lonely,

but are you still proud of me?

it doesn’t feel like living, only existing and

i’m so sorry that i lost

all

motivation

to live,

as soon as you did.

#poetry #shortpoem #melancholia

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a dream.

maybe i’m undecided,

on so very many things

because i’ve always felt i was not entitled

to my own contents of my brain

no secrets, no lies

only endless goodbyes

& straining against the weight of some invisible force

that is

pulling

pulling

me by the throat, and then i feel it spread,

through my ribcage

and then my head.

i called it

sinking,

you called it lazy

empty

thoughts

are hazy,

it’s me vs the world

vs this feeling

this sinking

drinking an abundance of hot caffeine

for a different

sort of feeling,

a buzz that i can control.

all that it takes is a song,

to grab my hand and drag me along

“let’s revisit that feeling that you thought you’d forgotten” buried

in some dark corner of my brain,

that sounds like a guttural screaming, or bleeding,

all over the pages,

bones breaking, skin aching

but it was only

a dream.

#poetry

I am 21 years or older.