I've had my fill of songs about heart break
Of stories about the one that got away
The desire for what we don't have is a trap
A leech that drains all meaning from today
I give it the name of nega-narcissism
To love a facsimile, instead of reality
Romanticising and sentimentalisation
Contriving an apparition to haunt ourselves
A device of our own making to inflict pain
Self-flagellation with unrequited love
I'm tired of this record, stuck on repeat
It's time to play a new tune of liberty
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The word (a collection)
PoetryA collection of poetry. Short, longer. General, personal. Traditional and esoterical. Will add with time, as I sift through the random pile. Let me know if I accidentally double post anything :)
