1:44am
i cant remember the last time i was freely me
in front of someone
in all of these past twelve months
where being in that moment of myself
I also was simultaneously feeling rejected
newly unwanted,
a new burden
that was not me
unforgivably myself
despite the harshness of my lips
the quickness of my juvenile mind
but
i can remember the last time i was freely me
and i apologized for it
just not this year
lower my dosage or maybe keep it where it is.
i can't remember the last time
i told myself "I love you"
those words taste bitter and metallic
it tastes like my own blood
one day ill rip out my tongue clean
so that i cannot taste
but so I could feel
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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
