Poem (working title)
I feel my identity dissociating when someone else uses my belongings
I’ve known for a while that I have special conditions when it comes to bonding
Bothered by others’ perspectives of my personality
I’d rather everyone including me would love and accept me for my originality
Maybe I’m a combination of clichés, a manifestation of ordinary conundrums,
Why should I feel pressured to be a unique someobody when I already believe I am someone?
It’s also true that I wait for the day I become who I feel destined to be
But my overthinking tendencies hypnotise me to believe it’ll just be another tragedy
Maybe who I’m supposed to be is much more than what I think
Maybe I’ll become her when accepting the hardest parts of myself becomes as easy as it is to blink
I’m struggling everyday and I wish someone would recognize that trying to believe your honeyed words feels the same as skating on thin ice
Why is it that I give to everyone those things I desperately want to get? Do I live under some delusion that in this selfish world, affection can be reciprocated?
Why is it that those unforgettable words inevitably become something I forget?
Why is it that everyone is struggling to find love when no matter who they find it always feels like it’s never enough?
Why are there different standards to beauty when it might be easier if the word itself didn’t exist?
We must find beauty in everything lest we’re doomed to live a life without bliss
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Basically some embarrassing misunderstanding happened and now we’ll never talk again and I think he’s gorgeous but also good riddance
I just said to someone
‘You’re the only passenger on my train of thought’
Without realising what it meant
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I just said to someone
‘You’re the only passenger on my train of thought’
Without realising what it meant
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100 Huskies Run Amok in a Chinese Mall After They Were Accidentally Released From a Pet Cafe
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Not my type but I wanna play with his hair
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Since when did telling someone I love them start feeling like a lie ?
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Lame
Missing people is lame
Getting mad at disrespectful kids in the neighbourhood is lame
Being frustrated that you’re failing at getting someone’s attention is lame
I can hang on , I have to
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Oh shit sorry my cats fell asleep on ur dash. Yea u can kiss their heads
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