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dear the person on the other end,
i know it's never safe to say
the things running through my head,
pinching my sanity off my sense;
i know it's never safe to say
that you are the person who cares the least
about everything i do now;
i know it's never safe to say
that despite all that, i missed to be the one
you first tell all your jokes,
you first laugh with 'bout the day,
you first get to be with after doors.
i thought about how it wasn't our calling
to be the best buddies inside the town
and outside the world of lights and lies,
but a hope still lights my darkest room
like a flicker of light
in light-years of dark matter,
like a building of thorns
in a desert of despairing blooms.
i long to go back to prison cells
i felt better in.
i long to go back to prison cells
rhymes were just fun.
but now, everything doesn't rhyme.
'cause my life's fucked up and dead.
you might never want to know
the real thoughts from all the flowing
ink that's spilled,
you might never want to agree
on being my ally against what i'm battling
and escaping from,
but i thank your kind heart
for taking time to read,
to feel,
to love,
to learn,
and to make
my works feel special
against the beating cage of my heart.
dear the person on the other end,
i apologize for all the words clogging
the pathway of thought transmissions,
but all i ever wanted to say was
thank you for being the best friend
you probably never have thought
you were.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
