i'm sorry but i don't have the patience for this. tell me how you really feel, can you? 'cause i have a strong feeling it doesn't sound like mellifluous or sunflowers in your teeth or any other smattering of tropes you found in somebody else's story — baby, be honest, you love those words because they sound pretty, because they aren't yours and they're glimmering and new because of it. and i know, i know: we all feel strange sometimes, like we're in a body unknown, in a psychedelic blue-sun world with eyes to small to soak it all up. but then tell me your strange, your psychosis. writing's a strip show, and you're clad up in a glitzy stolen costume wondering why all eyes aren't on you. just lay yourself bare, honey, that's all we really want.
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ohoho i wrote this in 15 minutes ohohoho it had potential and i ruined it ohoho i'm sorry
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Poetrylove and loss and language ･:*:･ﾟ☆ no. 1 in poetry june 18, 2019
