I Hate Who I'm Doing This For: Short-Poem Collection

Inference

It enables something within me to listen to someone else’s favorite songs,

especially in the car when there isn’t much else to talk about

and it normally breaks a preconceived notion I had about them

Sacrifice

Sacrifice means success,

or so I’ve heard from the people who

"have it good"

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While the abundance of unwilling loss creates room for benefit,

the lock to the "better side" kept getting tighter and angrier

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When I learned to sacrifice,

it meant that I willingly

lost, let go, and took the bloodied punches,

which opened the floodgates of supreme opportunity to better myself

Pomegranate

Nostalgia creeps in on me,

making me sick to my stomach,

and demands I grieve for something I didn’t want to let go of

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I attempted to savor the tastes and smells

associated with the old dreams I believed in,

but I never realized how paralyzing it was to notice

I landed up forgetting about them

Helping Hands

With every inch I crawl closer to self liberation,

I shed the ability to trust,

even though I still risk the tight grip of the people around me

(Stanza from) ROCKET SHIP

I glance at this stained glass window next to me,

it’s getting harder and harder to not shatter this damn reflection

and sprint to a place where I can truly inhale and exhale,

or call someone on the phone

to give a verbal delivery of how it feels to be infected with this newfound euphoria

(Stanza from) MUSTANG

A cool bathwater around me feels warmer than any form of "love" from the world around us,

So I sit in there eating a bowl of melon and honey,

sweeter to the taste than every single taste of flesh I’ve encountered,

while I watch everyone else enjoying their delicious experiences,

with sugar foaming out of their mouths like an overdose

-GRAY ATL.