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♟ i don't actually know anything about poetry or how to write it. i just like pretty words.

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• FIREBUG
  
  As a child, I was fascinated by fire.
  I almost fell into a fireplace once.
  Five-year-old me wanted to capture the flames.
  Without a doubt, it was all foreshadowing.
  
  Later, that morbid curiosity switched to apathy.
  I became a stubborn hothead: spiny, snappish, and sour.
  At the time, it wasn’t much of a problem.
  They all thought it was hormones; I knew better.
  
  In my twenties, I was always alone.
  “I’m sorry” is all I needed to say,
  But I couldn’t get the words to come out.
  Instead, I stayed quiet. Instead, I ran.
  
  Leave it to the arsonist to burn all their bridges, am I right?
  
  Now don’t get me wrong, I am capable of kindness,
  But my incendiary nature is still present
  Because my tongue is always so rash and so heartless.
  I cause chemical reactions. Greek fire comes from gas.
  
  They say 1 in 20 people live in the danger zone of a volcano.
  I could name two dozen of them off the top of my head.
  
  Today, you might call me Pyro,
  But I’ve always been someone else
  
  (i absolutely hate this poem. i tried to do some storyteeling but it didn't turn out how i wanted it to)
  
  
• ERREUR 404
  
  Je vois son reflet dans la glace
  Puis, par exception, je la brise
  Je la salue, mais elle s'efface
  Je lui parle, mais elle m'ignore
  
  Je suis prisonnier d'une peau qui ne m'appartient pas
  Impossible de continuer, inapte à prendre sa place
  Je lui supplie de rester, elle ne veut rien savoir
  Même à genoux, elle m'ignore
  
  Ses souvenirs sont flous, mais précieux
  Si seulement ils étaient les miens
  Je lui en impose, elle me laisse faire
  Crise de nerfs, elle m'ignore
  
  Son cadavre est devenu marionnette
  Mon existence; le bateau de Thésée
  Où finit-elle et où commencé-je?
  J'aimerais avoir son avis, elle m'ignore
  
  Avant, j'espérais qu'elle me reviendrait
  À présent, j'ai abandonné le projet
  Semblable à faire le deuil d'un comateux
  Ma flamme d'espoir s'atténue, elle s'étouffe
  
  Elle mérite toujours qu'on lui compose un requiem
  Personne ne doit remarquer son absence tout de même
  Et quand je serais complètement seul à le savoir
  J'aimerais un moment de silence en sa mémoire
  
  Désormais, elle sera incapable de m'ignorer
  
  (this was an assignment for french class and i ended up really liking it so here ya go!)
  
  
  
• (UNNAMED)
  
  if you ever confront her about it she'll tell you
  it's my job as your sister to tease you like that
  it's my job to make you feel inferior
  it's my job to tell you that you're worthless
  it's my job to make your like miserable
  come on, don't be like that
  you know i didn't mean it like that
  she'll smile and tell you you're imagining it
  you're exaggerating
  then, the cycle restarts
  she'll confort you then call you names
  she'll hang out with you then yell at you
  she'll suggest a song to you then hit you
  she won't change and she won't apologize
  she isn't completely at fault though
  and you're not the first one to feel like this
  and you won't be the last one to feel like this



• She always seems to talk to me with extra caution.
  For this, i have only myself to blame.
  No matter how much i wish i could change,
  Self-sabotage always seems like the better option.