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Loneliest sweet potato

And every day

I wake up realizing nobody is in love with me

But everyone loves me

Because maybe I’m good at making people feel good

And when I do that I feel good for a little bit

And then I get lonely again,

In my lonely at the grocery store

I try to practice pretending that I’m a regular person


who’s just buying her groceries and

And not a person who’s trying not to cry

Because crying make me sick and wants to crawl into


bed

That what sad people do

Sad people look a lot like me in the grocery store

I tend to forget what warm hugs feel like


When all I did

Was give everything I had

Inside of me,

And for the longest time,

I’ve felt like, I running away from something

And the bus I get on

Takes me to the same stop I left.

And to distract me,

I’ve been making a playlist

That constitutes,

A hundred and fifty songs

And muffled words in the sheets

On these days,

I watch myself not being so

Nice with me
Couldn’t noticed my subtly changing undereye

Smudged eye sahdows are as notice rescue as big are


the waterproof mascara shadows

And ehen my insides wenisuitter

Than the mptyb hallways and when thwhennds of the


clock struck at midnighemptyerything inside,

Fell apart.

I’ve counted myself into seasons

And come winter,

You see,

Was noticed you I felt lonely as I woke up,,,

What I meant wass noticet wnoticehe walls

That suffocated me,

It was what waited outside my house

Iis sometimes like I’m watching

Everything through a smokescreen,


I can’t empty what I love,

I couldn’t breathe in the same air,

as the people around me,

Everything just tastes

little too bitter

Or just feel a little too empty.

This loneliness,

Is like rain wind,

I’m a little fond of it a now.

Its become a favourite place now,

Nothing blooming here,

it’s beautiful

And the slow race of lose ends.


Last modified: 29 Dec 2019

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