Notice of absence from ViolenceEndeavour
no motivation
no motivation
Even as I pick the glitter
To get it out of my hair,
The feelings left are bitter,
How can this be fair?
I spend my time counting
All the small pieces
Putting them in order
Leaving no creases.
If I recount your words,
Perhaps it’ll make sense
But you’re too complex
And I’m too dense.
Next time I open an envelope
Registered from you,
I’ll be prepared for the glitter
I’ll be done through and through.
I hope you know,
I’ll never be like you,
And I won’t use glitter
to prove a point too.
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Author:
Vio (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 2nd, 2026 16:07
- Comment from author about the poem: I have nothing better to do than think.
- Category: Friendship
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Comments2
Reception of flashy attempts to attract are taken as just that nothing more than glitz. Well done
nice wording!
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