every expression
on my face
seems bitteri'm wearing out
and draining
my own energy
like it's
unlimited
and then
i'm surprised
when it's
gonei hope i didn't
waste it all
on you
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vague
Poetryleftovers of my poetry that doesn't seem to fit in anywhere - yes, not fitting in is an ongoing theme in these.
wasted energy
every expression
on my face
seems bitteri'm wearing out
and draining
my own energy
like it's
unlimited
and then
i'm surprised
when it's
gonei hope i didn't
waste it all
on you