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stuck in my head

like a song i’ve already heard

By g.m.t Published 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read
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soft french music

written for boys and girls who have the blues

echos crawling across the walls of my dark bedroom

alone

tending to exit wounds

aggressive winds, brittle autumn branches tapping the window

a good analogy for the words i never said scratching at my throat

struggling with comprehension

the worlds battle for my attention

thought up scenarios, intrusive delirium

my brains greatest inventions

despite popular belief, do not ease my body’s tension

habitual rituals

romanticizing my sadness

fetishizing a torturous flair for dramatics

so again,

just like the night before

attempts to settle an old score

i could say i miss you, though would i even have the chance?

put on my favorite record

carry on the solo dance

just my average night

stuck in a trance

-g.m.t.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

g.m.t

bare bones,

here are rests the things ive wrote,

to purge, to mend whats broke.

read, or dont. <3

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