Theres Something In The Way

There’s something in the way

I don’t know how to leave

Still hanging on the periphery

In case your deliberate choice

Could somehow be a mistake

You’d welcome me back with open arms,

All sins forgiven,

Unlikely I know 

None of us are christian

But I follow my namesake

It's what got me here in the first place

I know I need to say goodbye 

I keep hoping for one more try 

Useless and loathed

An empty sack of clothes

Pathetically desperate

To fill this gaping hole

I reserved for this group 

Thinking I’d always have a place

No good deed unpunished

So you spat that family in my face

I don't know what I did

Most of you aren’t talking

Maybe I’ll never know 

I should excise this cursed attachment

Properly turn to those

Who truly see me

Who don't claim to understand,

Using knowledge from books,

But instead offer a supporting hand

Doing what’s needed, when it’s needed

No more empty promises

(Please, my back can’t take another knife)

All I need to do

I learn to trust again

That’s all

I like to sleep because it’s bassically an open relationship with death. Yeah she loves me every night, but every morning we shower and get dressed and I go back to life, leaving her lying in my bed.

Intro to the 1989 reprint of The Color of Magic the first Discworld book by Terry Pratchett.

“At least ten.” Lmao

being self aware suuuucks like yeah this thought pattern/behavior is stupid and pointless and a symptom. i know this. [does it anyways

Firstly, has the algorithm been reading my poetry ? Secondly, A.I ??

watching twilight of the gods on Netflix and it’s a real rollercoaster: “oh they got that right… wrong… wrong for narrative reasons… right ish… wrong, wrong… ooh mistletoe…”