You say its all about you,
You say its your concern,
You say it's that show,
And when I watch it I don't communicate,
That it's made me create my own little planet,
Day ???,
I lost count,
But I've been here for years,
I'm this planet's sole population,
I've tried to invite people on,
But they always leave,
And whilst they are here,
They demolish and drain,
My small little planet,
My friends are commits,
Flying at their own Leisure,
Dealing with their own little planets,
My parents,
Twin moons that's revolutions are wonky,
So they crash into my planet,
And block out my sun,
That is,
If they even decide to revolve around me,
Most of the time I manage to keep them far,
On their planets,
I've been alone here for a while,
I've begun imagining another inhabitant,
For I can't take care of myself,
Yet I must,
He's the only reason I get up,
The only reason I work at all,
I cry at night when I'm reminded he's not real,
And I'm alone,
Mother planet heard me weep,
So she crashed me in orbit,
And tried to force it out of me,
Yet I am alone,
Her sentiments are about as real,
As he is,
He has no name,
Nor no face,
Just the hollow husk of what I wish I could have,
My planet is arid and dry,
I'm not sure how much longer,
It can sustain me,
I try to fix it but,
It's too damaged,
And the heart fragments at its core,
Feel sharp as glass shards,
As I walk around my planet barefoot,
And unarmored,
So you say it's this show,
You say this is new,
This is old news,
I'm just getting tired,
Too tired to hide it from you,
My feelings are overpowering,
Especially now that,
He is growing more quite,
And is talking softer,
Because he's leaving me too.
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Chemistry and Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
