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| Love you. This one is dedicated to my cat Sleep maybe Doze someday Until the sun fades ours spent with you Good night and I love you With you I will rise The one at your side To love and to hold Annoying even old For i will always love you for all of your days Forever and always You're suck with me Love you The nonsensical conundrum To be great is superior At the top of the heights There is no gteater feeling of might The bottom is the worst With the grime and the dirt Only having what's at your back and a shirt But the higher you go The longer the fall But you cant fall if you have nothing at all With nothing you stay At the lowest of lows, But never the bottom, for there's farther to go No matter your reach If you claw or try climb The top will be sure you're stuck in their grime There you will suffer and there you will stay Until you wake up happy and healthy one day For there was no hole You've been here all along How silly, youre looking at this all wrong Bandaid on a Bullethole There is a bullethole in my brain They say it makes me think different They said it made me special Back then they called it ADHD But as I grow and my brain develops The blood oozes out of the dam Tainting my every thought Different can't be fixed with a bandaid Now as an adult I have a drawer full of gauze That will never reach my wounds A cabinet full if ointments and medicine They make everything feel hazy My mental illness is no longer ADHD It's a need to fit into a world Where different is avoided The docor no longer gives Bandaids Not Barbie or Disney I am given sad beige strips And told I'm being dramatic, Told that I don't eat enough, I don't get enough sleep, Don't drink enough water Because my word is not enough for them No. But you see That is their cure For the bullethole in my brain The illness they cant see or fix All the signs that surely aren't there Because my being right, isn't the case Not when the doctor is never wrong, Dr knows better than I about how to treat a bullet wound Fireflies Love is not a spark it is a gentle flame It needs nurture and care It cannot run free For it will run rampant Or maybe cause a forest fire Love is violent as a tide And gentle as a crash It has its rise and fall But it, like you or I Is ever changing Love may be the cause of wars But it is also a cause for peace It is the ceasefire with your parent It is the cold shoulder to your brother But it is always there In ways you cannot plan for Love is a party with friends of all kinds Love is a quiet night with just you two Love is the peace of the moon Always above all of us Waxing and Waning Awaiting the day it's new and full again Its the friends we made along the way But above all Love is a light, even on the darkest night Buzzing around, if you could just see it Among the trees or the stars You can find it at night, whenever you are Because love is light like a drug Love is a firefly, a pesky little bug Remedial Lessons In this world every single thing is defined There is a word that means anything And a word for everything Something indescribably delicious? Scrumptious An event taking place outside Alfresco Something that cannot last forever Ephemeral A fine filmy sheen like cobwebs, Gossamer The memory of every hour today, Fleeting. A selective slaughter, Such as in hunting or on a farm, Culling. The large killing of a group of people Is a massacre. These words matter Word choice matters. Do not let the gossip blogs sway your thoughts There is a word for that too Propaganda, is it working? Toxic Boom Self destruction is the worst Its the want to fall back into old habits The toxic lover you can't seem to stay away from. The most beautiful flame, dancing like a taunt, Knowing that you can't touch it without being burned. When sometimes, maybe, just maybe The burn will be worth it And the smoke will cloud the mirror, for just a while... Long enough to feel something again Paranoia Something is wrong, I cannot place what. What's out of place? Is it my imagination? Imagine perfection. What does that look like Calm Like trees rustling in a gentle breeze Quiet Like a perfectly still lake Serene Not a ripple around But around, And around, And around my head spins. What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong? What's w          r           o            n             g             ? Is it me Hope I'm holding out for Someone who gives me A semblance of ____ Just a little slice for me of Peace and ____ I'm holding out for Her She finishes my sentences And helps make light of my dark Without her I am stagnant I crave to know more To move, to grow She gives me her everything She is my Hope A note to my younger self You're never gonna fit in You've got to change your attitude Your hair Your clothes The things you like The things you say You'll never be enough For them But she had one wish For every birthday For every candle she's ever blown out She didn't want to fit in She didn't want to change She thrived being different And I'm so happy You never changed Because my attitude is my best feature My hair is an expression I wear with pride My style is curated and unique I like things that are cringe and outdated I say what's on my mind And I couldn't have done itIf she had ever fit in |
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