Archive for the Melancholy Category
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So what with the fucking
The pretense
That I’m too perfect
Too easy
To like, to disprove
If she ever asked you
Ostracized
Shed like skin
The slithering snake
Incites an event
Your blood couldn’t be
Colder
When it’s hot
Under my body
Am I nobody
In this moment
That you could doubt
You and me
As a possibility
Go on.
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I give a little
And it hurts a little
Can’t quite decide
What I’m doing right
What I’m doing wrong
Complicates
The situation
Stays the same
And I’m feeling
A little shy
Most unlike me
To ever doubt me
One would be a fool.
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Willing
she finds him
and tries to keep
the moment alive
in the days to follow
the expectation
of a nothing nothingness
makes hollow
where the sensation
of that moment
made its own.