the way you beg me for things
and how happy you are when i say yescradling the bowl of a nervous mix
how you go off alone to peel the shell of an egg
your laughter at videos you pull off the internet
attacking your friend mercilesslypeeling your skin off to a shirt and some pants
the persistent upbringing of the past
but for what reason?alone in the place i said goodbye
where you poke at me for more
i am happy but i won't say
as you brush your hair and pair it with bobby pinsthe kindness you show just like another
playing along with my brothers tactics
the small touches that you give me
and the slight regret when i say noi feel sadness above most everything
the laughs i try to remember
i just don't feel much and become conflicted
but i let myself fall asleep
with the soft smell of something unfamiliarand i say, "thank you"

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Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings