Am I jealous
I seek no pity
I found no friend
Not even a follicle
A dissonant smile
A seizure disorder
Medication restoring appetite
I did promise myself
Out of respect to myself
but my spirit, but my spirit
could not resist such tyrant’ness
your legs ever so crossed
they greyness of your shirt
spoiled cuffs – poor posture you
Academia in a sperm cell, pardon me
I cannot contain myself these days
* A breakup is a worthy bronzy penny; it leave a rusty resemblance – a tiny tincture of existence – there – a clear undiluted motherfucking metaphor. Something we strive to feel, to be, we spend our entire life, shelving, rearranging our adulthood to blame everybody else expect ourselves, yes yourself, you are your mental health, only you can solve yourself within yourself, no I am not claiming to be an expert in the matter just a molecule in the fall, and in the rise of myself.
I can prove this – I can – I loved a man you see; thought I did. I loved his tales in the most trying times of my life I allowed myself to be a character, a fictional character on his sleeve – and this is the inspiration behind this short – yet full * circled * cycled * poetry * review of myself within myself *
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