Scribbled Thoughts

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Paranoia rising

as your beautiful

words feel too

wonderful to be

true. Those flickers

towards your phone

as you blank the

screen, do they

contain guilt, or

am I seeing things?

Trying to make

sense of how, why,

you are still here,

still in love with me.

Why can’t I believe

you?

Why do I see deception

when someone wants

to love me?

I still don’t know

the truth.

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Pressure of your actions

growing, growing

with each passing hour.

Time too short to fit

all actions in.

Adjust or perish,

fade away into

failure.

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Create in isolation.

Progress us, but never

be seen, never be

acknowledged.

You are nothing.

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Dig nails into fragile skin,

picking away layers

of protection that

you yourself created.

Delicately grown, but

easily destroyed,

flowing blood is

your prize.

Seep your life

away and sabotage

any hope of

rebuilding,

healing,

feeling.