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i've gotten worse // since we last spoke

by tweezers


Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.

there's a space between each of us that we have
to do something with, because it's all that keeps us
consequential. to some, it is a blessing.
to yourself, it is the end of the world.
there are rituals in place, there are snags and
loopholes of etiquette that allow us to be close;
close, but not too close, and
therefore we are saved.

you texted me yesterday
to remind me you existed somewhere else
in the void, somewhere through association/dissociation
and ceramic. i'm trying to envision it, boys on
porches like a fucked up norman rockwell painting.
i told you many things, about the time
i thought i could coexist with ghosts.

i couldn't, but i guess that's fine.
i think that bringing back the memories
only made things worse. 


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I imagine that this poem is about revisiting horrible memories and wanting to escape your past,but being unable to,because the memories are overwhelming.You can’t escape them no matter what.You can’t get back to the person you love,because it’s just not the same.Nothing can be the same anymore.I enjoyed the poem.I hope you have a lovely day/night.





i, too, use desk chairs for harm and harm alone
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