it's the beginning of september
that means nothing
it just goes to show
that this shit can hit
at any moment
minding my own business
access the socials
scroll back
way back
because my brain is telling me
to remove my face off of everything
it's a personal choice
and a personal journey
well
i guess it didn't click in
until it was too late
but going way back
takes me back
to when you were there
you were everything there
no matter
how far away i think i get
you always find a way
to let me know
you still exist
and you will ruin my life
even if
you subconsciously don't mean to
i got lost
and holy shit
i am spiraling
i removed likes
comments
my name
where it was possible i could
but
after all this time
it's kind of a shock
that you didn't take down the photos
but hey
i guess i'm one to talk
right
maybe we both are hoping
the other will make the first move
but
we are both
chicken shits
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
