April 16th, 2024
There’s guys I gave four chances to
Won’t let there be a fifth
I fell for Mr. Colbert
But first I fell for Mr. Smith
Both of these guys
Had one too many chances
Won’t let there be another
Under any circumstances
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But I see them in my dreams
And in the people I may know
And the thought of reuniting
Still gives me vertigo
There’s a part of me that’s scared
And not ready to let them go
And trying to move on
There’s a part of me that’s hollow
They exist on paper
And in the corners of my mind
I spend more often than not
Trying to convince myself I’m fine
I miss who I was before
I met either of them in person
Never knew someone so little
For that I am most certain
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But I see them in my dreams
And in the people I may know
And the thought of reuniting
Still gives me vertigo
There’s a part of me that’s scared
And not ready to let them go
And trying to move on
There’s a part of me that’s hollow
They probably don’t remember it
All the details that I dwell
And missing them lacks logic
Because they put me through hell
And I need to give credit
Where credit is due
Megan Cromwell wrote the song
That inspired me to write this for both of you
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But I see them in my dreams
And in the people I may know
And the thought of reuniting
Still gives me vertigo
There’s a part of me that’s scared
And not ready to let them go
And trying to move on
There’s a part of me that’s hollow
And maybe I’m thankful
I never had to pick between either
They showed up at different times
And I ended up with neither
They cut the ties
They let me down
When I needed them most
They were nowhere to be found
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And I saw them in my dreams
And in the people I may know
But we’ll never reunite
Because it’s time I let them go
A part of me was scared
And it still gives me vertigo
But I’m still moving on
Filling the parts that they left hollow
Chance
Before I Die
March 9th, 2024
Trying to figure out my life
I feel caught in the middle
But in the universe
I feel so little
I’m lost in the flow
Life is a vicious cycle
At the end of it all
There’s no chance of survival
We all face our own problems
Mine feel so small
But when they consume me
I’m feeling it all
I know that in the end
We’re all going to die
I just hope I find happiness
Before I have to say goodbye
Midnight Kiss
January 2nd, 2024
We walked a thin line
Between friendship and flirting
But you’re a friend who broke my heart
When it was already hurting
I asked you out for drinks
And you invited me over instead
I’m telling you about my guy problems
Then I end up in your bed
Your lips were thin against mine
Their presence was unexpected
But they were all-consuming
Until they left me feeling rejected
You called this “an interesting friendship”
I practically ran out your door
Without giving me a chance
You wanted nothing more
Then something changed
We had another chance
I thought this was a shot
At an actual romance
Until the night came
You were flirting with my friend
So I called you out
I thought that was the end
We had a discussion
About how we were feeling
And how to proceed
While I was still reeling
I thought we were on the same page
You said the right things on purpose
But I didn’t hear from you for two weeks
Like you turned this into a circus
Your words don’t mean anything
So I listen to what your actions say
There was no follow-through
So I let this slip away
One day you were into me
Then the next you weren’t
You changed your mind
Of course that hurt
You called me out of the blue
Asked to come over
It’d been a month
But never any closure
I saw you the next day
Leave with another person
You denied what I saw
But these feelings only worsen
Another conversation
You texted me on Christmas Day
You said you wouldn’t string me along
Words you’d soon betray
You were caught on camera
Before your kiss at midnight
The girl that you denied
When I saw you leave that night
A picture’s worth a thousand words
But this video was overexposure
You can’t just fuck me
And then fuck me over
You once had me believing
You also wanted this
And my feelings towards you
I couldn’t resist
Mr. “Tells me what I want to hear”
Instead of how he feels
I don’t know why I ever imagined
That this could be something real
Doll Poetry 