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easy

I don’t want to keep your secrets
I don’t want to keep a thing
I want to discard you
And put your beating heart under some hidden floorboard
Like I read about in Poe in fifth grade

I don’t want to feel you with me
Or some bullshit romanticized notion
I want you to be fucking gone
And I don’t want to feel a thing

I don’t want to have met you
I don’t want to have lost you
I don’t want to want you
And until then
I don’t want you.

I don’t care if you know my secrets
Do what you want with them
But ignore me
And don’t look my way
If we ever walk on the same side of the street.

Im not spiteful
Im just tired
Im not myself as I write this
This is angry
This is 1/10 of what I feel
This is me when I hate myself
This is me when I don’t rationalize
Or feel guilty or sad or happy or
“Oh it was all meant to be”

anger is so easy
and sometimes easy is all I can do.

6 Comments

  1. I sympathise with the feelings… they get more frequent as one gets old.
    Forget the older equals wiser.
    Just look at it as if standing under a balkony and someone pours accidenatly
    some putrid water all over you.

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  2. Opps Sorry i ahd not finished.
    someone drops a bucket of dirty water all over you.
    You go home, wash, change into fresh clothes and you put the soled ones
    in the washing machine to clean.
    You are the same, you can start fresh …each time!
    Clean and renew… 🙂

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