written on 2/1/21
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when i tell you that i'm starting to miss everything
be careful, i don't know how much you should believe
i can speak and lie and run my words together
in a way where it seems i have lost something
and i could make you believe you could find it for me
yet you wouldn't have a clue, a glimmer of realization,
that you didn't fill in the missing piece
but i'll tell you that you did
cause i don't want you to know what i do
no matter what i feel
how i think
what i make others believe isn't the same thing i tell myself
(no one else can see the expiration date
i may not always see it but i can feel it's there)
how they talk about the future like they can't wait
i don't seem to share that excitement, only fear
because i don't see myself getting that far
but i can't tell you that
i will let you believe what i want you to
i can't let what i am ruin you
it's best if we keep it this way
because while this may be destroying me
at least i know it's doing the best for you
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this one does have some direction but also as i see it not much that can be pinpointed. or is that just what I'm letting you believe? idk......... maybe. love you bye.
YOU ARE READING
folie
Poetryjournal-like entries taken from my journal filled with poems and tales that might not make much sense to you. read if you don't mind it, though.
