i had once compared you to a forest
to glamorous trees with years of wisdom etched into their trunks.
i said you were the height i couldn't cascade
the hope i could never attain.
in a way i suppose i was right on both counts
only you are the vast dessert
the bay of quicksand that is supposed to insinuate fun and innocence
but in reality just drowns you out.
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in my time of longing i craved your warmth
i thought it could light up my sky and bring me peace
but much like the scalding water is warm
it does little to add to comfort.
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it's hard to look at the broken pieces of yourself
scattered across stretched tar
still glowing and glimmering from when you polished them.
when you polished them and wiped them down delicately
when you thought they mattered.
it's even harder to look in the mirror
to see a grotesque mess of makeup and tears staring back you
taunting over and over
you were wrong.
(at least this time they leave out again.)
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i suppose i'm like a scratched record
an outdated vinyl that no one bothers to dust off anymore.
i guess i will always be the bug splattered against the windshield.
the plastic bag caught in the breeze
or maybe the unwelcoming metallic taste from swallowing blood.
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knowing all the ways i wasn't worth it to you
stung like a thousands wasps at once
but what stung the most
was that you expected me to stay.
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