4:52 a.m.
Always around, never exactly a ghost but the remnants of the person I used to be with you
do not disturb, but do what you please because a part of me wishes to be
that neurotic part of me that wishes you could give me a reason to truly depart
but you do not bite and I damn you for not allowing me to be the person I swear not to be
petty and relentless, hoping to give you a reason to question yourself as a person
doubt yourself and the morals you thought you had
but I'm repeating myself over and over again
I'm saying the same things twice in different ways
every word has become redundant
but that recherché feeling of saying nothing twice is comforting
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YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poetrya taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
