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I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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Call Mess Myself Poetry
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky
In an endless universe, she needed space.
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Herself Need Space Universe
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See
This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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Broken Heart Heart Myself
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
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Eyes Glow Hairs Myself Surprise Wake Up
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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Beautiful Dreams God Monster
Summer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.
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Couple Love Myself Relationship Summer
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
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Death Fast Fly Live Love
Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
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Alcohol Dreams Myself Romance
We search for meaning. And destroy it.
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Destroy Meaning Philosophy Search
Always falling but not for anything.
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Attitude Fall One Liner
A lot of ugly people hide behind beautiful eyes. A lot of things are only lies.
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Beautiful Hide Lying People
She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
Failures often become art. And art can never fail.
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Art Failure Myself Wisdom
There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
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Command Love Order
Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
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Deep Guilty Let Go Repeat
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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Herself Poem Simplicity Sunshine
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Forget Heart Night Poetry Try Wound Yourself
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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Heart Herself Memories

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