𝕬 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖒 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗

A voice that wasn't me or wasn't mine,

Said...

ㅤㅤㅤ

“I love you more than I love me,

And that, to me, means something.”

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See, everyone gets different versions of us.

I know one person who saw me truly,

But also, never knew me.

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One person saw the girl live* in color,

Pink underwear—

Took a little peak.

Orange bikini

And aqua blues.

Crimson toes

That cut through a soul,

Trying to take me for a blow.

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One person saw red lips—

Tedious—

Black hole sun

And black manicure to match.

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Magenta skirt,

Oozing hurt,

But never not a flirt

And never intentionally.

Hardly listening...

My mind's been fussing with me,

Buzzing on something.

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And have I been telling lies,

Or just selling yours for mine?

Now, I've got movie lines.

Will you buy a ticket...

Or remain vindictive?

Remain indifferent

And full of horse shit?

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I got off mine,

Walked the rest of the way to the High Priestess.

She said, “Yes, please—sis...

Listen.

I can't help you

And you can't help him.

It's all too calculative.

Gotta save yourselves!

'Sink or swim,'

As they like to put it.

My help to you, as it is.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Advice

Is for, too, the columnist;

For the Oracle.

No, I don't miss home.

I just miss my bones.

Hate to break it to you, though,

I only miss the phones

For feeling so alone.

I miss versions of them,

Versions without revenge.

Pieces of a picture,

Now broken.

Not worth the commotion.

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The devil went down to...

The water.

Scattered his thoughts,

Gathered his father,

Came back a little softer.

I sat on a wave

On a boat

On a tirade—

But it ain't my rage.

And it's not a war I'm waging.

It's yours I'm waiting...

For a fulfilling ending.

A final warning:

Don't come find me

Until I find me.

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Watch the waves,

Watch the waves

From my side

To your coast.

Your ghost.

“Stay close.”

Two words

And I just don't know...

What they mean, really.

Silly how we complicate things.

As for you,

Where will you be?

“Reality.”

That was me...

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A voice from a version of myself

I've yet to see.

I just heard it so plainly,

So frankly.

So strangely.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Don't wait up for the moon

'Cause the sun won't wait on you.

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| live*

/līv/ adjective: live 1. not dead or inanimate; living.

***11:21 AM on 4.27 (2024) — alt title:

Versions v. Virgins (of Ourselves)

Channeled playlist (songs that have haunted my brain over the past few days):

'Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me' by Elton John + George Michael

'Sorry' by Justin Bieber

'The Middle' by Demi Lovato

'Haunt' by Bastille

'Nadie (No One)' by Prima J

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And now it's been almost 6 months since...

With a bonus song below:

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(If you're still here, light a green candle for good fortune and abundance.)

Until next time. <3