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When I'm with you,
I feel like a child.
I feel young,
And insignificant.
I feel sure you know better,
Even when you don't.
I feel insecure.
You bring the feeling,
That fills my heart,
With love for you,
And hatred of myself.
Your presence makes me wonder,
Why I can't be different.
Why can't I be perfect?
Why can't I be beautiful?
Why can't I be,
Who you want?
Why am I never enough?
I feel like a child.
I feel young,
And insignificant.
I feel sure you know better,
Even when you don't.
I feel insecure.
You bring the feeling,
That fills my heart,
With love for you,
And hatred of myself.
Your presence makes me wonder,
Why I can't be different.
Why can't I be perfect?
Why can't I be beautiful?
Why can't I be,
Who you want?
Why am I never enough?
Literature
Poems
Once in an era ship sailed beyond
They sank below the eternal blue
And their mark would be left
As the eternal blue grew so did the mark
Once in a lifetime story are told
Their story was what left of them
The eternal touch they left for us
Untold truth remembered for Tomorrow
Remembered mistake kept for tomorrow
Keeping away the waiting beast
If the beast awake soon death follow
Keeping keys locked and answers be lost
Literature
TACENDA
they thought you were magnificent.
the girls that pirouette with you because they thought your sibilated hymns of venus and saturated stars were charming. they don't see the whisper of desolate tears and punctured hearts and an eccedentesiastic boy as they glide with you across the floor. you think it doesn't matter.
you think it will heal.
and i pitied you, boy. because the hope of yours will be your downfall.
your destiny was decided the moment you chose the effervescent, sanguine laudanum over the fractures of your violin strings and the cuticles that now protect the emulsion of ophelia, your mother, and the emanated paint that reminds
Literature
Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
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