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When you know it's true

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You are a cat,
You are not a black bird.
You flash me those dirty greens
and bring in dead birds.
My god,
You hurt like the cold.
An ache I'd rather not keep -

I'm a fucking psychic,
I knew what would lure you in,
But I could not be your bait,
Even though I tried
For far too long.

The plainness
How you adore it,
How you cannot separate it from
Yourself.

I am too different:
Those movements now
That no longer exist
They flash back like horrible images
In a crystal ball.

I know you're not worth it -
But why do I now feel
Like all the flowers in the world are
Nothing more but knives.
When you want the world to fuck off. I'm glad i've been hurt enough times, now that hurt isn't too hard to manage. Becoming emotionally immune. I'm still functional. I am still successful. I am still smart enough to get by. And there is always plastic surgery when my face gets wrinkly. Kind of had a laugh to myself about the fact that I was meant to write love poetry but that I choose the wrong people to write it for lol. Every single fucking time. Whatever. Life goes on. Just over it. Soon it will be holidays :) And I'll be partying with my mates again...never short of fun or attention in that world.
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spoems's avatar
there's always an upside and a downside to knowing oneself. it helps you understand why you do things, but it also makes it more difficult to pretend. i came to this piece late, but i know you'll probably experience the same thing again. maybe the next time, it will be a little lighter and easier to disperse. :hug: