it feels very tense and pressuring,
how you mention our names
i advice you to stop worrying
it will be better in the morning
a cry wants to escape,
but the body is too tired
it's not like i can maintain a certain form
to you, i'll always be in the wrong
you let your anger fill you
while i repress mine
knowing this is not new,
we will never be fine
when the morning came by
you were jolly and caring
when it was time,
you were angry and blaring
i apologize for shutting the door on your face
i was ready to release everything:
from scratching the surface of my skin,
wearing down my fists,
and making sure to grin
i felt better after it,
but whatever haunts me
still haunts me
and stops me
from chasing my desires
to prove i know myself
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Such a Poet
PoetryA look in to a poet's journal as words emerge from the tip of her ballpen. Contents: pandemic works Completed: December 22, 2022 -̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷ A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲k̲i̲n̲g̲?̲ ̲A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲...
