the way
the corners
of your mouth
widen when
you smile
doesn't affect me
anymore
when you brighten
your eyes
in enthusiasm
i roll mine
in carelessness
don't you understand
i won't be treated
as someone to react
to your reactions
and only your reactions
for another second;
don't you see
that you
have lost this
you
let this slip out
of your hands
it is your fault
and when you ask
my ghost
"where has he gone?"
it will reply,
"to escape your
hierarchical wrath,
to understand
who he truly is"
and when you cry
waiting for my arrival,
in my heart
i know for sure
that i will
never return.
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
