From Me, Age 16. To my future self:Please keep your pride in check.If ever you feel the stingof vanity, please read this note.And feel your cheeks grow hotwith that feeling associatedso commonly with kids screamingon buses and parents pinchingyour cheeks in front of everybody.Except, of course, this time the thingthat caused your embarrassmentis slightly harder to get rid ofas you would have to inventa time machine to kill your teenage selfand thereby create a paradox.Once you have killed me, pleaseuse your time machine to reach yourtwelve-year-old self and slapher in the face, and tell her why.And then, travel back to yo
Acrostic Suck it up. I want to decapitate you with plastic sporks, or titanium. Who toHide from but shadows? Just stop pretending. Only time I fall and slip is whenUmbrellas in the rain. Silent music. Remember these conversations? Just theTwo of us. Answer me: Who are you when anglerfish breathe?U-turn across the adrenaline in wild calm. Stop fooling around. DecompilePlease. Stop make-believing. Just grin and bear it. I want to tell you "Faggot".Advice we shot at each other with guns, pseudo-friendly hideous grin andNeon blue jackets with holes for thumbs. I want to gag at that we used toDo things together. Breakfast cereal like an urn
Hello, My Name is a Lie. Hello.This is a little white lie.Just one of those little twists of truths that we tell each other.They say that if you tell a lie often enough,You'll start to believe it yourself.I hope so.Because then, for all that the world knows,That so called truthIs the lie.Dear _______,Sorry.Sorry for making everything a little more complicated.For forcing you to figure how to let me down gentlyAnd without breaking my heart.I am happy to say that you need not have tried.I am made of tougher stuff than that.You should know that by now.We've only been friends for what, four years?And if ever you've seen me as that one
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