That's all I've lived with. That's all I've known.
All I've ever known - ever been - is the punchline.
You laugh as you steal and you guffaw at my run,
So I pretend like I'm not hurt - that I'm fine.
But you didn't laugh so hard once I stopped the bit,
Instead biting your arm and punching you in the neck.
You bled and they screamed as I laughed all alone,
Knowing no one cared - just as I would expect.
You're not the same, though. You don't really laugh.
You just smile at me, like my bits are worth your time.
Why aren't you making me your thing, your entertainment?
Am I really allowed to just be? That isn't a crime?
I don't understand why you care - why you love me so
When I'm not your little show and I'm just a normal guy.
But maybe I can learn to accept the care I never could afford,
And that I can lean on your shoulder without having to buy.
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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PoetryExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...
