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She doesn't need to feel
the weight of poems
on her already weakened body.

I want to give her space
so she doesn't feel smothered.

She makes a bad, bad prisoner.
I know that.
Yet I can't help
but dream of prisons
where it's just me and her.
I will walk to the end of the world
and find the harshest cliff on its edge.
I will enter the darkest, most hidden cave
and crawl through its narrow passages
until not even I can find a way out.

Then, in the deepest halls of earth,
where no one has ever been before me
and where no one will ever be after,
I will finally say what's on my heart,
what has burdened me for centuries.

I will whisper it softly at first,
then say it out loud.
And then I will scream it
until the ceiling starts to crumble.
Until it buries me with the thing
I had no one else to tell.
The draw, the pull, the quicksand,
the rope around
my neck, my ankle, my soul.
The cosmic powers
tearing me apart.

The pressure, the push,
the everclosing bear trap.
The hiding in a secret place
and then the screaming
until there is none.
Even if perfection existed,
You'd still find a reason to *****.

I could be love drunk,
Head over heels.
All my other priorities,
I've buried and ditched.

But if the heels aren't red bottoms,
And those rings aren't rocks.
You question the relationship,
Because I "ain't giving you ****."

Little miss,
Have me do it all,
So that you can look it all.

Instagram full of thirst traps.
I'm blocked,
So I can't see it all.

You act nice so that I buy it,
Just for another man to take it off.
Now you play the victim to your friends,
Because I've finally taken off.

It's the new generation love,
You give and you don't get.
But you're expected to keep giving,
Give parts of yourself to every girl you've ******* met.

Now you walk about empty,
Trying to find the next.
Next first love?
Or the next of yet another ex.
A poem from a fractured mind
Tears the flesh,
From my body.

Infest my head,
With putrid words.

I'm a parasitic burden,
Following your every move.

I'll tell you,
"You're perfect."

As you break me,
Until I'm brainless.



-Tré
A poem from a fractured mind
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