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Competition
I have known Competition since birth. We were like siblings in the womb. Friends, situated by each other in the newborn nursery. She’s a pebble (a rock), in my shoe, and I have no choice but to carry her with me where I go. I swear I’ve tried to shake her off. I’ve tried to ignore her every time she starts talking, and I do pretty good at it, but it doesn’t stop her. Sometimes I think the more I ignore her, the louder she gets. Which is so annoying, cause she’s mean! She’s mean and so self-centered and she doesn’t even know me like that. She thinks she does but she’s far too caught up in an imaginary world. She’s invented this alternate reality and expects me to live in it with her. And everyone else too for that matter. When I make plans with someone else, she gets crazy jealous. She yells at me and makes me stay in with her. She makes me cry and she makes me wallow. She shoots me down so she can then remind me she’s the only one who can bring me back up. She hits me and she hurts me but she’s so nice when she’s done. She tells me I’m her everything and she’s all I need. She’s not that far from right. I haven’t learned to live without her yet. I say—I think, I’m working on it, but she and I both know she’s not going anywhere. She's embedded in me. A parasite in my brain, but really, we’re mutualistic. I think that I don’t mind her, but I don’t think that that’s true. It's whatever though, I can't complain all that much, not when I’ve benefitted from our friendship the way that I have. Sure, she blindsides me often, but if I get tunnel vision, wouldn’t that actually be good for me? She may tell me to hurt myself but she knows it's relief I'll find in it. I don’t like it when she makes me cry but I’d be emotionally congested otherwise. Who am I kidding though, I am emotionally congested as is. She cleans my sinuses a smidge. I don’t want her but I can't live without her. She’s the only one who knows me and that’s how it's always gonna be. Others can compete with Competition but she knows what to do to win.
By daphne gray3 years ago in Poets
the dream
I want to live in a world where I can do. A world where I think of something, and my body follows. Where my body and brain are one, where I can trust what I say because when I trust why I say, all works out. Where I don’t need to stress and freak and cry because instead I’ll be too busy getting it done. From the mindless task of getting in bed to the harsher obstacles in life, I’ll be doing something and that’s better than doing nothing.
By daphne gray3 years ago in Poets
Dear best friend
Dear best friend, That sounds like a dream, the dandelions covering you and then that Ruth B. Song… Wow! I feel like it is too many signs to be ignored. And you are not silly for feeling that about your flame. I agree these things can be strangely complicated and hard to see with the naked eye.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
