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Do me a favor:

tell me you don't love me,

that you never did.

 

Shatter me.

 

Don't leave a shard of hope

that I could cut my foot on.

Pulverize me,

so I can finally realize

 

this mess of a heart

can't be repaired

The longest two months are between January and March

when you showed me how to take my time

 

So I took a hot minute and burned my calendar

I'd trade firsts for seconds if they include you

 

I don't want to feel this week, I crave your strength

What's mine is hours and I've plenty to give

 

Time is relative

and I'd like you to meet the family

You screamed at me
  under a bright blue sky.

I looked up wishing
  you could see like I do.

Small clouds obscure
  with unsaid explanation,

All paths to us
  scattered and broken
   by our own unsteady steps.

Some tomorrow
  I will find a different sky,

Look again for you,
  and disappear in the blue.

This is a poem I wrote recently, in the aftermath of a breakup. I don't really write poetry, but would like to get better at it.

There once was a fellow named Bobby

Who did serve the most dimwitted lobby

"Give us measles and mumps til we're covered in lumps"

He must love getting paid for his hobby

I had to grapple with my autism to write this, it almost beat me.

Was having a lot of thoughts and decided to try my hand at this. Was kind of proud of how the second one turned out.

They say love is blind

but before you I could not see.

Romantic movies and poetry

finally fill my heart with glee.

 

With sorrow and sadness as well,

for I'm alone in this race.

You didn't follow when I fell,

but I try to rise with grace.

 

A friend is all you want for now,

so a friend I try to be;

but if you ever want everything,

look no further than me.

I live in a dangerous house.

The foundation is cracked, and I'm pretty sure we have termites.

But my other half is worried about robbers, so I guess we're reinforcing the locks.

I live in a dangerous house.

The floor is sagging in the kitchen, and I'm pretty sure we have black mold.

But my other half doesn't trust the banks, so I guess we're installing a vault.

I live in a dangerous house.

The roof is missing shingles, and I'm pretty sure we have lead paint.

But my other half thinks the government might collapse, so I guess we're digging a bunker.

I live in a dangerous house.

But thank God, my other half

Is keeping us safe

Clouds in the sky of paradise
Paradise —
I hear smiles from where I gaze.

A dream in vain
To wander through these mountains of mist

You screamed at me

under a bright blue sky

I wished you could look up

and see like I do

Evanesce into my dreams
Where I see that which has withered —
morphed and recoloured
Abnormal: undefined
Anchored to another to which I must refine

2011

Sports cars for the wealthy few, he built with practiced hands,

While promising the common folk would drive them 'cross the lands.

Rockets failed and workers ailed in factories unsafe, "Next year, cars will drive themselves!"

Most thought the man was great.

2013

He spoke of vacuum tubes to whisk us faster than the breeze,

An ancient notion claimed as his, investors pleased with ease.

"To Mars we'll go!" he boldly claimed, "Self-driving comes next year!"

Whistleblowers faced his wrath—still most refused to hear.

2015

Brain implants left animals in suffering and pain, Scientists fled in droves as ethics went down the drain.

Removed the lidar, cut the costs, "Self-driving comes next year!"

Stock prices manipulated, yet few expressed their fear.

2017

He claimed to found the company that predated his time,

Rewrote his history with ease, none called it quite a crime.

Cold gas thrusters, semi trucks—promises grand and wide,

"To Mars by twenty-twenty-four!" S