factionA Poem by nihilistictablelampbut you don’t belong anywhere within the criteria there is no delicate way that i could present to you options that would not rip your heart to pieces the art of cynicism is that we like to pretend that only a small fraction of things will phase us. but if you had smashed my skull hard enough against the pavement, maybe somehow you would have dealt damage to my hippocampus, enough to forget that i cannot look at her in the eyes without thinking about what you told me or how if you think about a word long enough, it loses meaning. these were the things that worried me extensively enough to make me leave at three a.m. and stand in an empty parking lot three blocks down because you never consoled me and for that i am thankful because there is nothing you can gain from trying to shake something awake that is already dead. © 2016 nihilistictablelamp |
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