Shitty Note app poems, unrevised and unclean.
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Ugliness is ingrained in my soul.
No matter how many times I break my nose, it will still be crooked.
As the water turns to rust,
I feel in this moment that I am ugly.
I don't mind being ugly, it is who I am.
I find myself the prettiest of the uglies.
I don't mind what people have to say, I'm ugly and I don't care.
My mother says I'm pretty and that's all that matters to me.
All of the brightest stars we see today, have died a millennia ago.
I wish I was dead as the stars.
I feel so much love for people that it spills out my eyes and down my cheeks.
Sometimes I wonder if the deep love in my heart and head is returned in full. If the love is shared, is mutual and is there.
The wondering mind is a dangerous one because one day you might wander into a crack and a crease that you can't not leave.
Stuck walking in circles.
All of the brightest people on earth are dead, long gone and returned to the stars.
I am not bright, I don't shine, I don't glow, not even a glimmer but I wish to be returned to the stars and sky.
My camera roll is filled with you
It's too hard to look back
To delete is to say it never happened
Our conversation is still there, in ruins
Abandoned and empty forever more.
Nobody will walk and talk the same path as we did that day.
Everything remains the same
Your eyes that stare into me are lasers,
Cutting through me and dicing me up,
Until there is nothing left.
Burning and scorching me,
Until there is nothing left.
In the end I am cut, I am burned.
Yet I am expected to carry your rocks.
one more, one more, one more.
As always thank you very much for reading!
