kristina k Poems

In the beginning of the end,
There was no way.
Just me
And you
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I am so weary.
I am weary of the things that gather dust on the shelves.
I am weary of trying to make sense of them at all.
A year has gone by,
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I will never find the love,
The love.
What does it mean?
I know
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I can't stand people who whine and moan,
For fuck's sake, can you keep that shit to yourself?
I don't give a flying fuck if you're in pain,
Just keep it bottled up inside.
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