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Such A Mess
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Second Book (in Progress) disassemble these words to find the meaning
if meaning there is at all in these rambling writings
as whispered words bring the sounds of doom
a single piece of good intentioned advice
a simple lack of communication
turn into a disastrous effect
do I just choose these places of hardship?
or do I bring the hardship with me?
am I a force of change, just by merely existing?
or do I force the change by simply speaking?
why can nothing go smoothly?
why can no plans I make go through without a hitch?
everywhere I go, things fall apart
people fall apart, lives go to pieces
not as bad as one might think, but when I come
beware, for your life will change
for better or worse, is yet to be seen
but I bring with me the tide of change
nothing around me is settled
even if it had been moments before
constant turbulence makes me wonder
what am I doing wrong?
what can I do different
everything I try, something goes wrong
everyone I meet, is a fleeting ghost through my life
three years was my longest friendship
if friendship you could call it
it was more of us using each other for things we wanted
money, drugs, sex, a place to stay, a person to complain to
someone who was at least there when you wanted them to be
