HeyThereRose

United Kingdom

17
welsh
perpetual state of confusion
probably procrastinating
nothing is real
have a good day
she/her

Message to Readers

help i dONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS
(:

a mess

July 13, 2021

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i write too many poems
(too many nighttime conversations)
to people who dont exist
(or who exist very much apart
from the constructs in my head)

i write too many poems.
bad poems mind you, brain bleed on page some twisted
inkblot test
what do i mean
what do any of us mean

(too many nighttime conversations)
when i should be asleep
wont stop talking to a ghost 
to someone who talks back in my own voiceless voice
what do i mean
what do any of us mean

to people who dont exist.
i dont exist
my existence is like flat lemonade in october
the shadows in my head have more purpose than my bones
than you
what do i mean
what do any of us mean

(or who exist very much apart
from the constructs in my head)
the faucets in my head are poetic
and sympathetic 
and oh so wrong
picasso imitating monet in a darkened theatre
ink blots on skin
i have too much ink
what do i mean
what do you mean

i write too many poems.

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