AvoidanceMature

Grow, wet tree

I’ll let you be

set you free

unfurl your

thistle seeds

in the breeze

sun on steel

surreal

visceral

cure all & heal

pow

scars and chars

(a missile)

now, let’s see,

what’s visible

recedes

to these

miserable

Fucking needs—

demolished

is the city you wished

brick by brick

they click and rustle

down the mounting

MOUNTAINS OF PITIFUL RUBBLE

jamming fingers

as the pieces fall

The pain makes you wonder

how

it could happen

how you could be so hurt

and imagine

They’re probably laughing

You think about

how much you want to be wanted

Needed

you could just die;

fade into the evening sky

sans saying hello or good bye

just asking forever for another try

as the other side nears

Your door’s not locked

but nobody’s knocked

for years

you deserve it

you don’t know why

the nerve’s hit

The End

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