am i annoying
i live in the past
my brain is not here
and neither is my heart
my mind thinks it's okay to think
my consciousness wants to remember it
i write it down
i love it
i love every paragraph
every word
ever individual letter
i want to share this thought with others
i want to ask opinions
i want people to love it as much as i do
i share it
my entire heart is in this thought
up comes a second thought
and a third
maybe even a fourth
i love all of them
i want people to love all of them too
so i share them
depression whispers deep in my mind
you are pissing them off
and they're too polite to say anything
they do not like you
you're too persistent
too insistent
too much
you waste their time
they don't care
annoying i am
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Poetry Book 2
Poetryjust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
