Really
this is all rambling
nonsense,
just words
colliding
in a poetic sense.
I'm just trying to
make everyone
understand
what goes on
inside my head,
but it's harder than
it looks.
How do you explain
the rush of adrenaline
when you see the girl you love
and her golden eyes are already
watching you.
How do you describe
the feeling of ink
smudged between
cramped fingers.
How do you tell someone
about the girl behind the mirror,
the one who isn't
you.
YOU ARE READING
i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]
Poésie/ˌnänəɡˈzistəns/ the fact or state of not existing or not being real or present. (alternatively: the state of having dug your own grave into the wet earth of a forest far from everyone who ever pretended to care, lying down and letting maggots make...
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