I used to wish someone would,
look into my eyes and see something;
other than themselves.
Maybe... a wedding?
Maybe... a future?
Maybe... a family?
I was the clown of my own circus,
a joke to laugh at.
The audience was also me,
that explains the never-ending judgement
I had upon myself.
I would laugh at my own jokes when silence
would fill the room instead of others chatter.
I was convinced that I cried of laughter,
tears ran down my cheeks just like
the chrysanthemums that would bleed on
my thighs;
on the nights the circus would be off-limits.
Where I didn't feel like laughing anymore,
Where I didn't want the audience there.
Where I didn't want to crack a punchline.
yet I still remained as,
a joke.
- the funny friend
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I wish that I didn't write these poems.
PuisiVarious collective of unwanted poems I have written; for people who are fond of the subjects of heartache and who are disorientated through the navigation of this world. Let me share this with you. My emotions are inconsistent and messy, please in...
