Somehow I was the last one
Who cared, after everyone
Forgot. Even you gave up.
But I persisted, to my
Injury and regret, for
Some unknown motivation.
There are moments I get stuck
In, for years and years. It’s just
Endless recrimination.
Tag: personality
The Hours
Early morning brings
Creativity, fusion
Of my dreaming and
My waking life. It’s
Nighttime that brings the sadness,
Recriminations.
Immortal
Reccan Ryder, the
Unkillable man. Shot, stabbed,
Poisoned, still on he walks.
He knew not what his
Purpose was, only that he
Must have one, something.
Spore
What if the core of
My personality is
But sentient fungus
Playing at being
A man? And what would it take
To change all of it?
Ego
Narcissism is
A subtle beast waiting to
Devour me whole.
Fate
I embodied that
Tired trope, repressed poet
Working a day job.
Was it vanity?
Or did I have something to
Say? A conundrum.
Scratch the Surface
I never would have
Believed that someone like you
Was so insecure
Whatever did I
See in you? Redemption? A
Fantasy? Love, warmth?
Dysphoria
You think I want to
Be like this? I don’t. I want
Peace and contentment.
But I’m driven to
Push and seek and endlessly
Writhe in agony
For some unknown cause.
Discontentment is my fate.
My purgatory.
Cocky
You’ve known guys like me.
You know not to trust me. But
Why are we talking?
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