I know
I’m nothing special
But then again
Neither are you
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I know
I’m nothing special
But then again
Neither are you
The truth is
I felt like this
Even before you died
“Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.”
– Gabriel García Márquez
As I sit here
All alone
And my tears
Begin to fall
I am reminded
Once again
Chamomile tea
Solves fuck all
I’ll say
I felt better
In the end
But the honest truth
Is that
The only reason
I didn’t jump
That day
Is there’d be no one
To feed my cat
‘No, it’s not like any other love
This one is different because it’s us’
Call yourself a friend
When you left me here alone
When you couldn’t even be bothered
To visit or lift the phone
Call yourself a friend
When you all you did was make me frown
When you were only happy
If you were putting me down
Call yourself a friend
When you never gave me any advice
Well I know what I’d call you
And it isn’t very nice
As I sit here alone
And my tears glisten
I just wish I knew
Someone who’d listen
As I sat hoping
It wasn’t true
My heart bled out
Waiting for you
From all the articles I’ve found
And the many tips I’ve read
There’s no plan of attack
To win your lover back
When he is cold and dead
Ultimately,
You’ll find,
None of this shit matters.
“Books cannot be killed by fire.
People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.
No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man’s eternal fight against tyranny.
In this war, we know, books are weapons.”
– Franklin D. Roosevelt
I may have said
You were exceptional
But I’m afraid, my dear,
You were never quite
The exception
When you tell them
How you met me
Remember to mention
How you forgot me too
I’m not who you think I am
She said
There’s been many times I’ve lied
I knew from the moment we met
He said
That this wouldn’t be cut and dried
You can sit there all you want
My friend
Picking at your thumbs
But you and I know
How this will end
When the day of reckoning comes
Down a shot
Smoke a blunt
Either way
You’re still a cunt
Here’s hoping
I don’t get drunk tonight
And tell you
What I really think
As night falls
So does my mood
And I can’t stop crying
Again
“If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high … hooray for you”
-Dorian Corey
There was a naughty boy
And that naughty boy was you
So now you’re a man
Don’t think that you can
All of your bad deeds undo
It’s only when you lie
I find
That my pain goes away
But when you tell the truth
I find
I don’t know what to say
It’s fun
While it lasts
Then you go home
Embarrassed
There are skeletons in my closet
He said
But nothing complicated
That’s the problem with mine
She said
Most of them are naked
In the beginning
I would always try
To be as honest as I could be
But in the end I fell
So far from the truth
That the line was a dot to me
Real love isn’t all poetry
With hearts and fancy flowers
Sometimes it’s just about making do
And putting in the hours
Time flies
When you’re having fun
That’s why it’s still midnight
As I’m having none
All that time
I blamed myself
When you were the one who lied
You have no idea
How much I wish
It wasn’t him, but you, who died
One minute I’m up
But then the next I’m down
It’s really hard
To fake this smile
When it’s easier to frown
Go ahead and cry
Motherfucker
I really wish you would
For we’ll see tomorrow
If this little stage show
Has done you any good
With my self care
On the floor
The noose tightens
That little bit more
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