Author's Note: I wrote this a little while ago, September 5th of this year to be exact. This poem was created in an airport I believe, the same time I wrote my poem Soar. It is from the same context as that poem. This is an incomplete poem, so the ... (ellipsis marks) mean I just added those parts on today.
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Disappointment.
That's what I feel most days,
the days that I
talk to a special someone,
someone closer to me
than almost everyone else.
Not by my choice,
no,
I didn't force a relationship,
it's just one of those natural ones
that happen in human nature.
At least,
it is supposed to.
...
You see,
this person,
this particular person,
is strange.
Now I know I am strange,
but this person's strange is well,
stranger then strange should be.
Not strange in the weird aspect,
strange in the
what-the-heck aspect.
This person makes no sense,
doing things fast,
never taking it slow.
They call it spontaneous while
we call it unorganized,
they call it no big deal while to us-
to me,
it is.
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
