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Uninvited

I’m hollowed out
and left for dead,
these nightmares
far from what was said.

The opposite,
a bad surprise
when I see that face,
those blood-red eyes.

It pulls me in,
makes my heart pound
and then I wake,
met with no sound.

But the fear, it lingers.
I won’t sleep again.
My muscles ache
‘gainst my shaky pen.

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Rough

She had missed me
while you dismissed me.

She’s black coffee,
and you’re weak tea.

Watered down
won’t work for love.

It’s all or nothing,
rough or complete.

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Tally It Up

This keeping score
will be the knife
stuck in our backs,
the night
needs more.

A fading light
that we ignored,
despite the facts,
despite
the floor.

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1037

you ran down the stairs
and into his car
like he had your heart

and maybe he did
Does
there was nothing i could do
but i still watched
still dreamt

as a semi
cut us in half
and we were forever
mutually exclusive

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It’s a slow, painful death,
and isn’t that the worst kind?

There won’t be enough
of us to turn it around,

so why don’t we put the planet
out of its misery?

I mean, put us
out of its misery,

speed up the process,
allow it to expel us
like spoiled food digested.

Let’s all drive massive,
gas-leeching tanks,

leave the water running
in every sink

while we sleep
like babies.

Let’s not think of the future
because there isn’t one
because we don’t think of the future.

Let’s keep on pretending
the villains are heroes.

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Bonus Poem!

Hey, everyone. Just wanted to share the latest poem from my tumblr page. You can check out all of my previous posts here: https://theimpromptupoet.tumblr.com. Thanks for reading. ❤

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we’re all happy
aren’t we

c r a c k
a smile

like an egg
spill our guts

if we have any
left

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9

The guilt, the realization
this will never be recovered, pulls
at my bones, threatens to snap.

I can move on
all I want

but
the dreams won’t quit
striking

the moment
there’s vulnerability.

I push back sleep,
spend hours staring into the carpet
like I’ll see into some soul
that never was.

Do you hate me?
I know the answer
even if you pretend you don’t.

Chewed up, thrown up
on the table
we used to sit around.

At my lowest point
and I still don’t want to die,
but it gets harder
to breathe easy.

Rock bottom
and I still don’t cry,
my heart getting harder
as my head gets dizzy.

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