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you called my eyes beautiful. and though you were drunk enough to vomit, i can't help but think of it still. it felt somewhat sincere. i don't get compliments like that out of the blue.

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i am a good person. i make mistakes like everyone else. i don’t mean to be mean. i feel immense guilt when i wrong people. it happens a lot.

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"I Am So Depressed I Feel Like Jumping in the River Behind My House but Won’t Because I’m Thirty-Eight and Not Eighteen" by Sandra Cisneros

Bring me a drink. I need to think a little. Paper. Pen. And I could use the stink of a good cigar–even though the sun’s out. The grackles in the trees. The grackles inside my heart. Broken feathers and stiff wings.

I could jump. But I don’t. You could kill me. But you won’t.

The grackles calling to each other. The long hours. The long hours. The long hours.

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Wild Geese

by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

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“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.”

— Charlotte Eriksson

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i am a passionate and empathetic person in my heart. it makes me sick. no man should feel this much this deeply.

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will you know it's me if you see this? maybe this is a cry for help and i hope you will.

the signs are all here. think deep.

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forgive me but do not forget me. i'm a poet in my heart and a lover in my head. can you feel it radiating off of me?

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i have so much to say and not enough words. how can i possibly keep track? ideas aplenty but not an ounce of ability. the world is so bleak when you're not 12 on a shitty 15-year old desktop anymore.

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the coffee at your parents’ house has tasted the exact same since we were 13. i'll never forgive myself if i fuck up that experience.

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i see people online talking about how we kiss to see if our bodies are compatible. to see if our spit mixes well, tastes nice in each others' mouths. i saw someone once say it had something to do with how birds will chew up their babies' food and spit it into their mouths, and now humans shove our tongues down each others' throats because it reminds us of that. i don't think i was thinking about any evolutionary trait when i was kissing you, though. when i was holding your hand and feeling your back, the last thing i could think about was trying to figure out if our spit was compatible. i wish i hadn't assumed you felt the same way.