on making friends (kill me)

by samantha s.

on making friends (kill me)

hello

I like you
let’s cut to the chase

please kindly advise your:
core beliefs
desires
fears
mistakes
secret mistakes

my birthday is in may and I like presents such as:
mix tapes
books
concert tickets, soundscapes
I love you
milk chocolate

sorry

bye

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midnight ramblings of an idiot just for fun

when my head hits the pillow, i start to write again
i think – my hands grew back
i mean, i think – god healed me

am i just your little play thing?
you should read the poems i write in my head
there’s so many and they’re so long
i know you don’t care

ctrl f poetry
no poetry found

riddles should be hard. mine aren’t.

Self-hatred

stArved
wild aniMal licking wounds
sweet Rose bud thorns

?

depression and insomnia cloud my judgement
more than i’m aware
but your thunderstorms don’t phase me

two nights ago i gave myself nightmares after writing about terrible things that happened to me
i’m sad again today

what is your plan for me?
please like me
i’ll learn tricks

no more
definitely no more

amusing?

unravelled
how pathetic. i hope my family never sees this.
please bear with me for a few more weeks. it won’t always be like this.

i’m sad — please make it feel better

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i’m a repellent, desperate freak

brown eyes turned green

i don’t care
about the mountain

i don’t care
for romance
or love
or Grace

parched

to be noticed
like her

i’d take one drop

any plain, singular word to indicate
any alliance
by anyone
about me

what i’d do for just
one
syllable

freak