I erase my secrets,
But they're set in pen,
But cover them with marker,
And they won't be seen again.
I look at my thoughts,
That I swore to never again.
And I cry with dry eyes,
And pour water on a fire that won't begin.
I let thoughts roam,
To keep them away from home,
Because they light fire to picket fences and smash garden gnomes.
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Yeah so explanation time? I don't know why I stopped, I don't have a great reason. School started. Fights happened. My dogs been gone for a week, I don't know where he went. I might like two people. And I think I might've made a guy hate me. I don't know how cause he used to like me, but I did some things and now I think he likes my friend, which I'm not gonna lie hurts like everything and nothing at the same time. Having to deal with friends eating disorders. Breaking bad habits. Deleting the source (kinda these poems). I think they make me happy, or sad, or depressed, or a medium. I don't care much. And I don't want to talk.
