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Sitting here watching this show about rockets 

Feeling like I got fifty rocks weighing down in my pockets. 

Can’t help this jam in my heart-shaped locket

iiiiiIt’s stuck - fuck. 

I didn’t mean to let it get this bad. I didn’t mean to give you everything I god damn had. 

Didn’t mean to make your whole fam like me - even your dad.. even your dad. 

this convo with you was never even had

What I’m about to say might come out a little ..a little bit bad

This is my first attempt to write out how I actually feel

But ain’t no words gonna 

Really ‘seal the deal.’ 

But I gotta try because my heart’s fucking ballistic, 

I won’t shoot it so imma pop off in my own damn music. 

with the backs of my legs tingling and my mind mingling 

with all the 

possibilities 

That 

lead me to thinking 

that we had something 

That 

no one else does. 

That we had something 

no one else does. 

How am I looking at these 

girls online? 

Just filling my time. Not really a 

reason or rhyme. Yeah, and they fine. 

Flirting with these pearls of mud made of sunshine 

and weed, hippies and tiedye. 

Sounds like the perfect combo 

To me, right? 

There hasn’t been enough time. 

My head and heart still really wanna die. 

It’s a little easier, though,

When pretty girls catch your eye. 

Even though I hate the way you couldn’t spell 

And you wouldn’t ever listen

I’ve got a secret to tell. 

I hope you 

hear it, hope you listen real well,

Now, I still miss the way your smile glistened

And how your curls fell

I miss your evolution over time

And how I could call you mine. 

I miss your laugh the most

The laugh with no air -till you turn to a ghost

Till you fall out your chair. 

I can’t think of staring into anyone else’s eyes 

Can’t think of you being anyone else’s but mine. 

Can’t think of our souls unattached from each other 

But maybe we need to find cover. 

Because that what people these days do, as lovers. 

I stopped talking to you and coming to see you like I did. 

I became distant and quiet. 

I’m sorry, I isolated once again

Really wish you could understand the intensity of my head.

I try to be there for you but you hold it inside instead.

Never let me in. How am I supposed to be there for you then?? 

Cuz I got rocks in my pockets. 

Fifty rocks in each pocket. 

I ain’t never unjammin this heart-shaped locket. 

We gotta stitch ourselves up 

How you do, I guess is up to you 

But I don’t fill my heart with people

I fill it with poems about you 

And art. 

You moved on.. wow.. 

A lot quicker than I thought. 

Saw your tindr, 

Hard to believe- i’was you who didn’t 

want us to part. 

Now I 

have a knot in my stomach and damn it - 

it kills. 

There’s a hole, I know it, Im drowning in pills. 

I still look for you in every white CRV with tinted windows. 

I still want you in my future, 

We need to grow up though. 

Won’t ever let 

anyone in. 

Won’t let them destroy 

my achieved level of zen. 

Won’t trust anyone anymore, 

It’s not like I can. 

My peace, my harmony - it’s all been abandoned. 

Despite all this, I drove by today

It was instinct, 

I don’t know- I just couldn’t resist. 

What a surprise - there’s that bitch. 

Yeah she’s married to a guy....

But I guess she’s bi...? 

“BUT SHES MARRIED.” 

What was she doing there?

Just you and her.. 

Should have come in to say hi.

Wonder what would have occurred. 

Keep running round with her. 

I guess I understand. 

It fuels me more

Couldn’t ask for a better sword or even a better hand.  

See I know it’s all my fault and this was my idea. 

But baby you deserve it. 

Sleep apnea. 

Yes, I was the one unhappy. I was the one unfulfilled. 

I tugged at your sleeve, waiting for you but it was my heart you fucking killed. 

Over and over I let you in 

And like everything else, you destroyed from the outside and.. 

Left a

trail of destruction 

Which you always left

And quietly I would come behind you and 

pick up your mess. 

I was wondering why you were always destructive. 

Your love, your words and even intentions. 

Ironic right, 

look at us fight. 

I miss the feeling of you calling me Bucket sometimes. 

Ahh I’m going back and forth

I hate you 

I love you

I really can’t help it,

I’m not ready for this,

I’m not ready for divorce. 

It’s the worst kind of love when you haven’t even met her. 

I wish I could have kept you through the fucking better. 

Baby I cheated and I turned into someone I’m not. I don’t know what caused it but we both feel shot. I’m so sorry for every ounce of damage. I offered my heart and it’s been branded. You can’t heal wounds with just a bandage. My heart will always stay in a locket. 

We both have faults 

Maybe one more than the other

But it really doesn’t matter

We are both covered

In a cloak saturated in pride

Refusing to change each of our sides

Really surprised I haven’t died. 

I tried. 

I have emptied out my pockets but

I will never fix my heart-shaped locket.