love letters to a coffee cup

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@DreamyAlice @LadySpark @Euphory many more edgy poems to come and thank each of you so much <3333 i appreciate all of you so much T.T im honoured you even read my work.

trying to rearrange the shelves when
everything has fallen
cracked into fragments on cement
its not broken it just needs some woodglue
picking up each peice and spacing them a cemtimeter apart
on the surface, pouring slow yellow glue on each
and drying them there until they cant ever fall again
sometimes healing
is making sure nothing slips away from you

I'm here sitting with my oc and he's judgementally staring into my soul
My melatonin hit hard and then subsided I'm waiting for it to work
I know I will need coffee tomorrow

can i shake the black hole out of my keypad? [IT response pending]

ever so often i get stuck in that certain place of thought
where i wonder if it's about time i vacuumed my shingles.
i think i need to dust my shower and mop my bed because
i've been staying planted in one while dreaming so vividly of the other
the water actually crossed the veil; sleepworking isn't a talent but a hardship
even when i've stopped plucking out a thesis, and by god do i hate conclusions
my sore fingers press the computer strings and there i am again.
i haven't typed on my guitar in an hour but it feels like ages;
when can i break the shutters in half and make pasta?
i want to breathe the grass until i regret it, my favorite air freshener;
tell me, when i am allowed to polish my coffee mug and pretend it's a lake?
break off a pine branch tooth brush and stir the kettle;
anymore i only want to burn green wood on the campfire,
and i think it's because the bees are mocking me
they dance less in the smoke & i don't dance at all.

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@Meshugenah @LadySpark thank you both so much <3333 i worked on the last three poems especially hard so your comments are so appreciated.

also i plan on doing both my threads long after napo just because it's a perfectly healthy balance in my life honestly <3 so if you want you can continue to comment

my scarred arms have gotten tanned this spring
i once wore long sleeves to hide these marks and the ugliness
of breaking pieces of myself to try to fit into misshapen skin
my eczema was always marked off as growing pains
that is shameful, they would say- don't scratch yourself raw
but they never noticed me writhing to try to fit inside
i was a caterpillar in those days- stuck inside a cacoon
is it so shameful to be set free of the pain
i found a lotion that finally worked to soothe my skin
and i haven't used it in weeks; isn't that masochistic
my arms are making that progression toward scarring once more
but the scars are a part of me; i finally realized the errors here
scars are not shameful, nor are they ugly; i was told they made me unlovable
but i love myself just fine