Ever been heartbroken?
It’s a strange feeling when
People you care about
Screw you over.
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i thought it was strange,
i thought it was weird,
when i meet you,
i had not a fear,
now that you through my love away,
i am rather pissed, at you today. ps my First wife are talking now she calls me you f u c k e r .
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Trigger warning: involves lots of extreme bad and extreme good
I ride the backbone of god-send thoughts
I skate dark abysses of thoughtless screaming
I cut through dark thick seaming
I keep on dreaming
I keep on waking
I keep on faking it
I keep on making it
I keep on
I persist fate
The day goes on, my legs are ahead of the sun and moon
And my head is behind the times
I stride along long scattered sun rays under well covered roofs
I pull the gravitational force of the universe into my hand and shift the tides to consume the earth in impossible chemical substance, causing MREs to heat and warm a hundred thousand soldiers’ laps on a tired night more than a hundred thousand years after that substance formed
I smash atoms together and split them apart at will, causing nuclear catastrophic destruction to reap a million or two
I push the aurora borealis into the view of the young couple and make them die in a car crash as they drive back home
I wind up the mass of the clouds into rain and disperse their volume to sad grandmothers with no grand-sons or grand-daughters
And disperse their volume unto a gardener’s un-watered vegetables
And shake his roof with thunder to wake him up
I pinch the veins of those with heart disease
And raise their blood pressure
I make the machines that clear their arteries and save their life
I make the diseases that bore death and distress across the world millions of times over
And will continue to a million times again until this land is barren
I craft the chemicals that poison mothers
I birth their broken fetuses into the universe and stamp their parent’s heart
I birth genius scientists that prevent the broken fetuses from being broken
And have those healthy fetuses become Herculine and advocates of charity
And have those heathy fetuses become rapists and politicians that bomb those mothers
I’m the mercury swirls on the shallow pools of god’s eyes that bubble out and pour into the empty lap of silken lies and truths that carefully tug each-other like muscles of a terrible blunder
I cry
I smile
I rip my heart out
I stick it back in
I’m invulnerable
I’m vulnerable
I’m prone to murder
I’m prone to savior
I’m prone to fault
I’m prone to perfection
I’m prone to erections
I’m prone to asexuality
I’m I, I’ll, I’d, I’m, I’s,
I’dn’t do nuthin’
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