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Middle of the night,
On a borrowed laptop:
Wish I were inspired
just think, type, submit.
every poem is anonymous.
i think i might have
cried tonight, but it's been so
long that i forget
what it is like to
feel. like, actually feel.
i fucked (most of) it
up and i regret
it every single day but
there's nothing i can
do now, because soon
she'll be gone and may or may
not forget about
me. i hope it's the
latter of the two, so some
day i can see her
again. she said there's
something about me that she
can't get over or
let go.
at
12:38 AM
it's crazy when you
realize which of your friends
are your real friends and
from that list, begin
to anticipate which of
your real friends are here
to stay. tonight i
discovered that someone i
thought wasn't a real
friend actually
turned out to be someone that
i confide in. and
trust. sometimes we judge
people entirely wrong, but
in the end, it's the
people who stick by
your side, no matter what, that
truly, honestly
matter.
at
3:53 AM
II.
you reside inside
me, amid whirling currents--
a deep placid lake
at
1:16 PM
argentinian
at
1:35 PM
it reminds me of
at
1:32 PM