The crackbabies they call us They're wrong, as usual We are all so alone in our places, our new things People dissolve We can't change anymore from things that were are now gone in the Big reality only exist individually or shared as sweet suffering alone waiting for dead people no growth no hope hoping for maturity when it's not truly wanted it's sad in love i really don't want one last caress just wave goodbye and leave so i can go alone .
Reason for writing:
Please do not read into this or parts of this. i would like it to be free, for people to see what they will in it. The circumstances during its writing were these: the day that i left for U of MD, i and my boyfriend of over a year broke up because we could no longer get along very well. But he still loves me very much (this from anyone is not easy for me to believe and trust), and since he is not
a jerk (like many others), i still care for him. Two days later, i began to get a little serious with our friend Mr. M, who i had met through Mr. ex. Mr. M and i are very similar and get along almost too well, and things are good in general. However, my feelings are caught between two people, as well as run through the blender that is the extremely short period of time that i was single. I rather
like being single. The fact that they are friends makes the situation easier in many ways, but very difficult in some ways, as one can imagine. This poem was an impromptu scrawling that i sent to Mr. ex with a letter.
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