i like that technology liberates more voices.
i hate how it buries me in forgotten history.
i like that poetry is visible and more common
now, but i hate how dull and boring it all feels.
i like that others are trying.
i hate how so few succeed.
i like how i tried so often, so hard, so long.
i hate that i burn out slowly as i fade away.
i like being some fool’s happy dream.
i hate being the saint of their delusions.
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i, not this, or that, or then, or there. i,
invisible to any dogma, layer, margin.
i like the tickle of my feelings, like a cartoon crush.
i hate being such a goddamn, stupid, deluded cliché.
i like the thought of liking you. i hate that
i might not – christ, what a stupid thought.
i like all that i gave others.
i hate how it’s all nothing.
i like my drive to hope & pray.
i hate that i just can’t do either.
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~A.