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Started November 23, 2023 by @FRANKtheTritoposaur group

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//tw//sh//

(Surprisingly no trigger warnings for this one!)

I know now.
What I want.
From her.

I know I hurt her
I know I was horrible
I know
I know.

But I said sorry
I said sorry again
And again.

I apologized
After every argument
After every fight.

She never did
And I think
I'll be able to let go

If she says it too.
Im sorry

I think im really in love with her
When she sings I look at her
Like she's the only thing in the world
My perfect beautiful girl

When she sings I stop to listen
The melody and harmony like candy
The sweetest thing I'll ever hear
All because it came from her.

I wait in the mornings
For her sweet greetings
Because before then I'm asleep
And when she says hi I'm wide awake

The only bad thing about her
Is that she dosent love me too
And I know she won't
Because she's not gay

But it dosent hurt to hope
that maybe one day

SHITTY SONNET FOR CLASS YAY

The love of girls is something I’ll always crave
With pretty hair and sweet smells
sappho said it first I'm not to blame
Nice and kind with voices like bells

the love i feel for women i do not hide
To me they are not simply women
In the beauty of their form i confide
But beings of beauty to adore sing and revel

however I know they’d never look my way
Like a moth drawn to flame
Most girls I know aren’t even gay
the girls I praise don't even know my name

And yet I love them so intensely
To all girls, I love you immensely

Death I guess. Suicide idealization

Fucking shit
I thought I got through it

But it's back
And eating me up

Apathy, hate.
Wanting him back…

Missing having somone who knew me
My body
My mind.
Me.

But fuck.
I'll never get that back

I'll never get anything back.
I never do.

The summertime air
Reminds me of her

The gentle chill of the night
And the smell of damp grass

Make me think
Of a better time

With a sweet girl
I no longer talk to

Her name is still sweet on my tounge
Even if I never use it to talk to her

Because, during a dark time
I had my sweet Valorie

Idk what this is. It's a poem coming from that place in your brain that exists only in the black between night and day.

Truth, truth
I wish I saw
Why others might deign to stand in awe
Of a higher power they never saw
Power, power
I wish I knew
Why are others like me and you
Looking at these concepts, not so new
Strength, strength
It is a true shame
Nobody is spared the flame
Eternal hell, our true aim
Silence, silence
Toll the bell
Buried deep 'neath the well
An innocent yet very true hell
Coward, coward
Who are we
Always in need
Never freed
Terror, terror
You don't exist
You were only ever on the list
Of people who dared shake their fist
Fade, fade
Your last breath
An unremembered unmarked death
Eternal silence, final rest

Little guy, you’re finally here, I was scared you’d be taken from me.
You’re bristly and I can’t hold you and you won’t even eat from my hand, but I’m still your friend.
You don’t have a name, not a thought passes through your head, but you’re my little guy.

Your blood may run cold, and your scales are sharp. You may be odd and you cage, covered by a tarp, but I’ll spend every second and every penny to see that you’re happy, my little guy.

Love sick

I feel like I'm gonna vomit
The butterflies flapping around in my stomach
Fighting to get out
For me to say how I really feel

When I look at her
And can't help but smile
When I hear her
and can't help but sing along

When I want any excuse to hold her
And cherish her
And love her
And not want to die

Because she's beautiful
And kind
And wonderful

And when we fight like friends do
I can't help but giggle
And flirt a little too

Because I love her
The kind of love that makes me sick
For you.