early birthday poet

Happy midnight. Here are some excerpts of things I've written, in honor of my obsession with old ass livejournal poetry and the anti-cringe movement. I'm not sure I'll do this with any regularity, but I want to.

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crushes will crush you with the weight of expectation. only if you let them. its more comfortable under the rubble than out in the open. surrounded by debris and vague remnants of blurry memories. had too much to drink yesterday. this headache is nothing compared to my aching heart.
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today i woke up confessing sins i never committed. it’s easy to forget how bad i am at committing, commitment. i think i’ve been crushing on the weight of expectations, because i know they will crush me first. this one-bed-hotel-room nightmare pales in comparison to the daydream of sleeping next to you forever.

tie your tongue
then tug it loose without tearing
don't lose the thread
don't lose your head
tore myself apart
over and over and over
bit off more than I could chew
constant deja vu

can't become anyone new no matter what i do
22 and still baby-blue
 

Happy birthday. 23 and still baby-blue doesn't sound as good, though.