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Poetic Reflections #4

Written ~ (05/16/26) · Published ~ (Unpublished)

Uploaded ~ (07/03/26)

Your words are pretty and sweet that you write
Though reality is, your nightmares keep you up at night

You touched her in a way you shouldn't
Though your words say you wouldn't

There you go again, exploited a boyfriend financially
All your flirtations fake and done so deliberately

You'll write something so sublime and melancholy
You deny honesty and vomit lies entirely

Your decaying hand controls a putrid pen
Your filthy soul quells down its putrid truth to not offend

Your tongue wishes to say vulgarities that would make sailors blush
But your pristine persona forcefully holds you down, so you don't rush

Your demons are greater than legion and wish to tear through
Ripping through muscle, breaking rib cages, all as your body succumbs to it too

Little pretty "flowery scented of subtle breezes delight my loving joy"
As your alcoholic tendencies horrifically vacate the tomb-womb of what was your baby boy

You'll sit in darkness crying, and longing for the love you just lost, which you felt was true
You'll curse and spit and cut and throw fist, then purge with words so few

Holding back your inhibited murderer
Your cigarette and crackly voice can only murmur

Every silenced word you refuse to speak
Is a piece of your soul dying, and you becoming so meek

Be offended then, as your inbred echo-chamber of self-delusion
manifests with rotten mistruths that you confess in union

Your extreme sensitivity and refusal to see the truth
Is your own corpse refusing to accept proof

It is the reason you will never be the person you were meant to
You've slaughtered yourself in shrapnel, tiny pieces of a whole you

Choking down the retch, you swallowed while smiling so fake
Your breath reeks; you're disgusting and lost all at stake

You failed life's test and drift by in a meaningless existence
You'll reach the end and die, and the world will lose nothing—zero resistance