alf
my head is pounding
my leg wont stop itching
im so dehydrated
my skin is cracking
with an undying need
to get off of my body
the feeling of playing
an instrument out of tune
when your zipper gets stuck
when you miss a place
that you've never visited
it wont go away
it stays under my fingernails
and in the marrow of my bones
and i cant get it out
theyll reach the heights
that i could only dream to
get a glimpse of
the inside jokes and mistakes
a broken record inside my brain
its nothing but a memory anymore
and it cant come back
and i cant take it
and i wish i did everything differently
and i wish i wouldve been capable
of doing that in the first place
but im not
i cant change
im so tired of knowing
im the same
and i never want to do it again
but i would kill to go back
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poetry
Şiirpoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
