Someone turn the gravity off so
when I stop caring and
let go I
don't have to hit the ground.
Free-fall is easy and
peaceful to a point, almost
like nothing matters anymore and
I can just exist without trying.
Cause right now I'm
trying so fucking hard every
day and still you're smoke
and I am hands trying to catch you.
I am still a
million things at once that
are part of a puzzle, "Which
one of these does not belong?"
allofthem.
I don't know who to be
with you or what is
okay with you and
it's too hard to keep up.
So to get to my
point, I'm done
trying so fucking hard
for your attention.
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This hit harder than usual because I don't remember ever hearing you cuss. The emotion is real and it's strong. the puzzle reference and the single word sentence "allofthem" were both effective, but I don't feel the flow as well as I should. I like your writing and I feel for you
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