I see you,
but no longer do I recognize you.
You were a mirage.
A fake haven in a
smouldering wasteland.
Tag: Me
”New”
In this day and age everything that seems ''new'' in my mind has probably already existed.
So if everything I think has already been thought and every word I write has already been written then what's really left to say?
Is the concept of being unique or original even a possibility anymore?
Time
I hate time. I wish it would stop.
I wish time would pause, take a break, and forget to restart.
I wish that the hands on the clock would inexplicably stop ticking their way through moments that will never come back and that the squares on every calendar were occupied with events that would never occur.
I wish that the future didn't exist so that my days with you were countless.
I wish that time would simply stop so that my life with you was endless.
Her 6
Maybe
Yes, maybe now it doesn't feel the same.
Maybe now everything has changed and shifted to the places once unknown to us.
Places so distant that now we feel closer as strangers than we ever felt as we did together. Maybe each day my feelings have evolved into emotions that I never thought my brain could possibly possess.
But maybe now it somehow all feels better.
Maybe now everything is how it always should have been.
Secrets
Part of me is desperate to write it all down and spill my secrets like fluid across every inch of my notebook.
That piece of me craves a cathartic release from every corrupt thought and moment that I've ever had.
Yet if all those fragile fragments are expelled from my head they no longer belong to me...
And there's nothing to gain from that.
My secrets are sacred...
For they have created the version of myself that only I will ever be able to know.
Despondent
While your despondent eyes
were cast downward,
I glanced at you as you held my hand.
Solemnly you watched as your pale finger rhythmically rubbed the soft skin
alongside the base of my thumb.
Your gaunt stare immediately
imprinted itself into my mind,
haunting me as a witness
to pure hopelessness.
We sat there together if only for a moment...
My words stifled.
Your silence deafening.
Her 5
Friendships…
So… I have always put in way too much of an effort to keep a dead or fading relationship going. Over the years I’ve had quite a few friendships become one sided (where I slowly become the only one making any effort to make plans or communicate). Up until about a year ago I would do anything to keep someone in my life, but now I feel the complete opposite.
I’m at the point in my life that when I notice a relationship start to become dependent on me keeping it alive… I’m just over it. I refuse to beg to be a part of someone’s life or future (no matter the amount of great memories we’ve shared in the past). I get that people and situations change (I’m not ignorant), but if I’ve ever meant as much to someone as they’ve told me I do, I wouldn’t be the only one repeatedly trying to salvage friendships (especially friendships that have no apparent reason to be preserved besides my own personal nostalgias). My self worth and time is simply more important than that.
History is called history for a reason right?
I definitely have made my own mistakes in friendships and I am nowhere near a perfect friend, but I do deserve relationships that have an equal amount of effort being put into it. So if someone doesn’t want to put in any effort or is putting in the most minimal effort… I’m peacing. I have one life and I’m not wasting it trying to keep others around.
If I could give anyone reading this advice… Do not waste your precious time keeping relationships alive if you’re the only one trying. Just fucking leave. (Gracefully though, don’t be an asshole about it).
We all deserve to be in that Myspace top ten. 🫡
-Hal
Btw… I fucking hate Valentine’s Day. Every day we should be telling people we love them.
Happy Valentine’s Day though 😊🖤
Rabbit Hole
You followed me down
the rabbit hole.
My selfish hand found yours
and I led you into the darkness.
Quietly...
Recklessly...
Blindly.
I should have known that
I wouldn't be able to guide myself...
Let alone the both of us.
AO Poetry 
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