2019 nothing but heartbreak

— bye 2019, may 2020 be a bit better

i’ve got high hopes //

Some people just make you feel alive. You're not quite sure what it is, but being in their presence makes you feel you could do anything. Their energy helps you thrive. Never let go of the people who make you feel on top of the world. These are your people; you were destined to find them.

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I opened your car door with far more confidence then when I let you open your bedroom door for me, delicately following as close as you allowed

searching the glove box for the keys or the control you’ve always had over me but IM in the drivers seat this time. your hand on my inner thigh feels too familiar I pretend that I like it there. I inch it upwards, you’re buying into it your eyes darting all over the veal you once chewed and spat out, that once stained the bedsheets, that were thrown in the wash with a caress and some bleach and a sense of patriotism that comes from conquering pre-owned land my hand creeps from the glovebox to your goosebumped knees to the open console, I plunge my fingers to the bottom crushing grains of dirt I thought I already washed from my wounds with hours and hours worth of showers dirty dirty dirty and no comfort of cold metal in between you line my cheek with a vicious hunger that could of easily been confused for adoration, skin freshly exfoliated by grainy remember when’s the side door search concludes the same as the consoles, dirty empty that’s when you yank the keys from your front pocket and mockingly dangle them right in front of my face

The game we play is only for today A chance to not see tomorrow but here I am in sorrow A thousand points for a tank but not for my heart that sank The beds I hid over and under had you murdered But when I saw mother, I remembered days with father

Stubborn was I then, but I've grown into a fine young man Your eccentric walks and face of visible jokes Was the thread of hope I learned to hold and now I cope I've learned the rules of the game I believe and we were all fools We won and we won with guide, oh now you see your son from above

✧･ﾟ: * note from writer: hi! so this poem is written by yours truly inspired from the movie life is beautiful directed by roberto benigni. we were tasked to write a poem that inspires gratitude from josue (a character from the movie) and this is what i cam up with it.  *:･ﾟ✧

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watch the sunset with me, baby. 🍯

I watch as businessmen and women briskly pass by in suits. I watch as the birds sing and the trees dance to the sound of the wind. I watch as a young couple sit laughing to each other. It all seems so simple, yet so complicated.Why do we continue to go through daily life knowing full well what life has in store for us? We live to die. What is the point in all this? Well, the point isn't the end. The point is in the stars. The moon. A good book. A cold drink on a hot day. The way she smiles. The crisp, fresh air on an early Autumn morning. If you live your life fixated on the end, are you even living at all?

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„Chaos im Kopf und Poesie im Herz.“

His mind

He cried himself to sleep that night Shut his eyes turned out the light Just six years old Too young they told To let life mess his mind He kissed himself to sleep that night A girl in his bed she held him tight Just sixteen years old Far from his head going bald Too young to let life mess his mind He danced himself to sleep that night Just one more shot he thought he might Just eighteen years old But his girl he sold For a drunken night in his mind He drank himself to sleep that night His friends they left, a sorry sight Just twenty one His head weighed a ton Too young yet life had messed his mind He didn't go to sleep that night Just thirty years old His body cold A rope around his neck Too young yet he had lost his mind