(Originally written on April 17th, 2019, then edited and posted on December 5th)
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she appeared in my thoughts a fraction of the day before (surprisingly),
then returned abruptly in my dreams
almost practically nightmares -
i felt the same bad feeling
almost a week since we last talked,
is it some sign?
why can i never truly escape the flower?..
the imagery? the self-insecure, loathing memories?
people have changed, people have not changed
the old group from then, is the same,
just in a different form, with fresh new attitudes and jokes,
and i never forget that
if anyone has, they're only the same because it's not been proven otherwise
prove me otherwise,
or get out
i'll push you out, push you away
go on, then
take your dreams with you,
let go of mine,
take your distractions away
never mind, i will
"give them a chance" there's been too many
may be easy to show up and talk,
may be easy to decide to do what's best for yourself
what's really best?
i know it's not this,
so i'll go
(for now)
she.. she appeared in my thoughts a fraction of the day before,
then returned abruptly in my dreams (surprisingly)
she flirted with me, acted all kindly, sweet
the familiar charismatic, charming, hiding the deeper-core flower
it felt strange,
it felt strange
so did our last few conversations
i don't want to relive last week, i already lived it
that was enough for me
i'm better without her, (i am) (i will be)
she's better without me, (no she's not) (she will be)
so let's give that a chance
a chance longer, this time
goodbye flower
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PoetryPoetry I've written throughout 2019 and 2018, and most recently. Started on November 19th, 2018 at 2:50am-2:53am in my drafts, then finally posted on December 3rd, 2019 at 9:37pm. "I poured my aching heart into a pop song, I couldn't get the hang of...