Explicit

Just when decided
To be no more
Fucking photo
Social media, you whore.

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An escape

Poetry is an escape from emotion
And I can’t help but wonder
How many marathons I’ve run
And how many more will come
And why somebody hasn’t
Caught up with me yet
But then
Upon reflecting further
Realizing it’s my own escape
And the only one
Who can actually catch up
Is exactly who I am running from.