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You were a song
Your pulse was the bass drum and
I couldn't help but hum along
To whatever was plucking your heartstrings to make
Staccatos and chords
I thought the pick of your internal guitar
Was made of my words and my laugh, but no,
I was just one point on your infinite graph
I've never met anyone else who could
Make music from their fingertips like you can
Like when you brushed my hand a bit with your wrist
It created a symphony in my brain
But now it's just a chorus of crickets and rain
I need to stop getting my hopes up
Before someone gives me a rope and I confuse it with a necklace
But it's a noose or a leash and they are a leech
I try to compose songs out of sand from the warmest beach
To try to get my mind off of you but everything good
Contains the same threads that you do
Even the chirping birds' voices don't sound sweeter than your words
I didn't know your song
Was just my epitaph
A melody to honor a relic, and when my body is just a coffin
I guess it makes sense
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Phantom
You lied,
To yourself,
Said; you were a king -
But, you’re a phantom.
A shadow ,
Taking the form of others.
Worthless words ,
Wasted , the wind.
Blows you away .
There is only the here ,
A brutal penance, for believing .
The liar within .
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Reorient
I don't need to self-abandon To chase some dream of peace with you. You will find your peace At your own pace, or not. I will never know peace, Unless I stop running And sit here, alone, with me.
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A Confused Adult ft. Descartes
You see, it was easier before Bodies were seen, not Heard. It was easier when our Stick limbs and small Hands were faeries, when Dreams were more real than Reality, when we could be Dragon trainers and princesses and witches and To be something meant to be something In our heads. It was easier before bodies Were, at all, really, Before we grew taller and Wider and out and around and Before our bodies were Seen, not A placeholder for A mind. It was easier when being a mind Meant being an imagination; It was easier when we didn’t have to Read books just to feel Like ourselves Again which really meant To be no one at all Because deep down isn’t that Who we all are? It was easier before Strangers made us Afraid of our own bodies, Reminded us that We are our skin. It was easier before Middle school jokes and Prods and late bloomers and It was easier before Everything was about Being. Seen. It was easier when being a mind Was being at all. But we live in the after. And so we
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