i speak to the dead often.
they can't respond,
but i can imagine what they would have said.
that is,
if they were no longer dead.
i can't resurrect them,
though sometimes i wish i could.
maybe i could bury my fears in their place.
while they walk free.
my thoughts could go down with them.
hell, if i had a chance,
i'd put down my soul
for one last dance.
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poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post
Poetryi'm deeply sorry for whatever is in here, just know that it contains really heavy themes such as sex, suicide, sh, depression, obsession, etc. my bad.