Poetry Is Awful


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Rose bush with sharp thorns that scrape and bleed

I was injured by beauty, brought down to my knees

I am ashamed of the person I’ve grown into

Silently waiting for you to fall in, too 


You’re better when you’re yearning, wanting me from afar

I am better when I am jaded, sarcastic, heart hard

I’ve mixed up the roles and fumbled around on stage

Forgetting that people only worsen with age

We missed the chance when we were young and free

When you were pure you and I was vanity

Soft kisses, hard couches, my fingers in your hair

You led the way and abandoned me there

So much time has passed since I first let you in

Your home within me lies in ruin



Thinking of you I have so much to gain

Loneliness, sorrow, jealousy…pain

You’ve left an impression I will never be the same



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