"Closer"
because sometimes
it never makes any sense;
the more i try to forget,
the more everything
reminds me.
the more i try
to run away,
the closer i am
to it all.
the more i try
to be different,
the more i realize
that i am the same.
because sometimes
nothing ever makes any sense,
but also because
sometimes
what doesn't make any sense
is everything i need
to define all that i
feel.
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BLACK BUTTERFLY
PoetryI recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.
