the frustrations
the little confusions
pulsating under my skin
My hands bending into sharp shapes
this anxiety is poison
the sharp bitterness
it's always there
attacking me
it won't let me go no matter what
I squirm
pushing my neck up hoping this feeling won't dominate my body full
but it doesn't work
it crawls into my skull
visions get warm and swarm together
Everything is so inproportionate
nothing makes sense now
she's definately in my system
there's no one to blame but myself
maybe that's why im sad
because no matter what has happened
I could have avoided it
I take comfort knowing
I will forever be a tool of yours
you can use me whenever you want
what I write isn't even poetry anymore, it's just my sadness because I let the only girl i'll ever love get away because i'm an awkward insecure, territorial bastard
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