Young Writers Society

would be a paper

curled if you want

just a quick question

about your mental image

what do you envision me as?

a weak piece of a grander puzzle?

a small fragment of hope?

a dissapointment, not what i could've been?

a tear, which you can easily dry up?

my thoughts are that I go down

thats electrical noise and the light

just a quick note about my dreams

just a quick reminder about your order

I keep coming back to this

and i will forever remember

that i am just some pawn

for you to toy with

for you to mold

for you to put away

each 5 lines switches between suggestive text and my actual words

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amnesia again

i forgot why

i came in here

my foot stepped through the doorway

and i can't quite remember

why i walked in

i know now

hello you,

the person behind that screen

yes you

are you like me?

do you forget too?

no worries

i forgot who you even were

maybe i'll remember

but i will be dead by then

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this is a metaphor

bag of orbeez

they look like candy

vibrant and shiny

i want to bite down

on these small beads of water

but they are

frail, timid, crushed

like jello between fingers

you could apply all of this

to my heart

which you squeezed

until it burst

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perfection//chasing things unreachable

repeat records

frames askew

humans look for nitpicks

(and they crave perfection)

i look for niches

and crevases

and imperfections

(like mirrors with scratches,

i patch my scars as well)

whatever does it mean

that i am trying to chase something

i cannot achive

(people say they are perfect,

so i must believe them,

no?)

solo act

life was better alone

only 1 person to rely on

(but i was not reliable,

not even to myself.)

life was weirder as a duo

2 of us, both untrustworthy

(i still didn't trust you after we parted)

next was a whole group

but i always felt cut out

(like mold off of fruit)

now there are 2

and this time,

i feel safe

(you always felt like a knife,

piercing through my back)

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