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I broke free on a Saturday morning—
Every day I wake up and it’s Sunday.
Last summer we took threes across the board.
I know why I like you,
You’ll never be 
Smeared black ink.
(Maybe I’ve lost it at last.)
Everyday I wake up alone,
Looking for something I’ve never seen.
Can you imagine all the homes abandoned and all alone?

I wanna show you that
they’ve managed to get rid of me
I look straight in the window, try not to look below
seven stars in the sky, in the sky
it’s the beauty of confession
I’ve been dragging around from the end of your coat for two weeks.
you ask me to be strong again—
I survived.
(You and I were meant to be
hello again, friend of a friend.)

Welcome to your life,
far from the evergreen of Assam
I read it all, every word,
those who are dead are not dead,
there was a time
somewhere over the rainbow
with one light on,
obsession, it takes control
chicken nugget in a biscuit,
do you know what it’s like when you’re scared to see yourself?

You guys man

took a ride to the end of the lane

roll away your stone I will roll away mine

My heart will never feel

this is an old and funny poem

some kind of nature

you’ve got the lights on in the afternoon

don’t be aroused by my confession

now everybody

shut down, mother fucker, it’s on. 

The snow blows white on the mountain tonight
I throw all of your stuff away
He knows about you in every way
I reside in 209
If this room was burning
Its been like this from the start
With everything happening today
Standing in the center of the room
Im trying to find a reason to mend my ways.

(Source: jabletown)


No one writes about the silence
after the loss of love. No one talks
about the aching in your veins or
the constant battle between choosing
to burn their presence from your fingers, 
or shedding your own skin. No one tells
you about the nightmares, about the darkness.
No one prepares you for the loneliness. 

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