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I am well acquainted with the dark
The chorus of crickets and their summer symphonies
Memories of holding lightening in a pickle jar
Holes punched through the lid like it was enough, and maybe back then it was
Back when promise and hope could be held in a jar and the night was careless and carefree
When time was measured in the slow tick of a clock on a wall, and tomorrows were not counted or collected but stretched into that darkness forever
When the nights were never endless, eyes closed so early despite resolve and flashlights under covers
Page corners folded over and spines pressed open as the hero slipped from print to slay dream dragons
Before the dark became a place of unrest
Before the blue light silenced the tick and began to count down and collect at an ever increasing pace
Before the jar and lid strangled the symphony and swallowed the soul
Before the hero got lost and the dragons broke free and no amount of resolve or "magic" could force it back onto dog-eared pages with broken spines
In every restless turn and silent scream as slumber slides through desperate fingers
I've always known the dark.
I learned to fear the night.
Ian McConnell - EP. 2: Friends
I keep us in plastic, untouched by time
The photograph still pristine in my mind
I don't take us out to rot or decay
Preserved for all time a love on display
No hands that can touch, no fingerprint smudge
No cold bitter feelings to yell or misjudge
I keep us in plastic with fake happy smiles
A documentation, a chest full of files
An organization of chaos, contained
A patchwork emotional collection retrained
Touched up so pretty that none of it's true
A sweet hollow plastic version of you

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I'm kind of just a collection of dislikes these days.
There is no song
When they say this thing chases away the things you love it's this
There is no melody, no joyful release in the refrain
Silence greets the day, silence closes it behind me
There is no song and I don't know when it ended
Which was the last, was it loved, celebrated at the top of my lungs
Lungs are reserved for quiet breath now, in and out like the beat of a heart
What is a heart without song worth?
Something inside me has always wanted to see my world burn
It clings to chaos and throws aside logic like socks at the end of the day
If something is going well, it's the first to show up and poke around
It searches for cracks in every foundation and knows exactly where to set the charge for maximum impact
It's an expert on how to cut with a single word, how to alienate, how to ghost. It knows every tactic.
This part of me is always waiting. Always watching. Always wounding.
My little gargoyle of destruction. Guarding the gates.
The angel of acrimony. The seraph of self-sabotage.
Its heart is ice, its claws sharp and bloody. Breathing fire with the voice of a siren. Invisible with soles as swift as sound.
The first part you ever meet, it knows how to wear my skin.
The last part you learn to hate, it's always wearing my skin.
Something inside me has always wanted to see my world burn
...and I always let it.

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I'm always trying to fit into places that don't fit me
Tiny, cramped, too small to breathe
Large open rooms where I disappear
Empty spaces that hold nothing of value, hollow laughter
Contorting into shapes unknown, uncomfortable, unreal
A name tag that points out my intrusion into spaces
I don't belong
Some days I want to be swallowed by the sea,
The fury of the waves loud enough to drown the mob,
The icy grip strong enough to pull me free
The silence of floating free in the dark a comfort lost too long ago
The salt on my face, in my eyes, not mine
A lover's kind touch, a whisper against my lifeless cheek
Some days I want to dance in that cold nothing that would love me better than I ever could
I'm at the bottom of the lake, twisted in the weeds, fighting to break free
The fish don't speak here
They swim by unbothered by my struggles, uncaring, unknowing
I open my mouth to speak and cough as the water fills my lungs
So I grow gills and tell myself it's fine, I never needed the sun
I'm at the bottom of the ocean, too deep for light, I've forgotten what it feels like to stand on the shore
Too deep for even the fish
It's quiet except for the voices in my head, my only company
They scream so loud and nothing drowns them out in the cold dark nothing
So I let them sing me twisted lullabies and believe the tales they tell me
I'm the laugh in your conversation, always brushing it off and telling you funny stories.
The pain comes out in humor
The only way I feel alive is when you laugh, when I do something to make you look
I'm always choking on it, so close to the surface, like I could vomit it out at any moment
But I don't. I learn how to speak it in jokes. Learn how to hide it with wit.
Look for me at the bottom of the lake, the ocean, standing right next to you.
I am with the fish
My only company the dark voices that hate me, the colorful flashes that don't touch me.
I am sinking. Falling so deep. Swallowed completely. Making you smile.
You are only a word away, but I can't reach you. So I close my mouth and let it win.
I am not me. I am a fish. Finally free.
I just spent too much money on cosplay because I'm feeling better and not cosplaying made me sad but it's last minute so I had to settle. It's pieces I can use in real life though so I'm not feeling too bad about it.

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