i am making up
sorrows and tragedies
and unrequited loves.
i am trying to forget what it is
that makes up my world and hide it
in a crack in the wall but the people around me
can't seem to forget who i was before.
i am pulling at skin
and grasping at thin air.
i am running from
pitying glances and sighing
over coffee cups,
writing inspired poems and
painting abstract paintings that i tell
people have a hidden meaning in the
scratches of purple paint.
(if no one can see me
i might disappear)
i am drinking too much vodka and kissing every
boys with smooth hair in the hope that
something will make me forget
how very ordinary i am.
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