The pressure of loved ones| poem


there is no word to

what I can describe.

it’s blurred.

it’s like a bribe

to my confused vibes.


i try to make it better

i try to make it work

i just want as simple as a letter,

not with all of these unnecessary quirks


the fighting,

the bitching,

it’s frightening.


to see your most loved ones,

at each other around the clock,

is a ton of rocks,

on your pressure


i can’t pick one

it’s like picking what density to have.


please just let me have both.

I love both.

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