ENIGMATIC WEIRDNESS
I want what you want
but I can’t get it either ways
it suits my body and style
but never my soul
I want what you want
but you don’t have what I need
it is a pity indeed
poverty comes in swift and never recede
my cravings, my hubris
tragedies is most closest to us
our pursuit ushers in bitterness
a life shortened, a grave call
our lust for certainties… madness
ego laced on us like a scar
yet still, we ignore the truth of our existence
enigmatic weirdness, a wasted creature
procreation… continual bitterness
swiftness to calamitous engagements
a leap of hope in retrogression
our existence is faux
@talk2leigh
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12:34am
28 Aug 2026
This feels like a reflection on the difference between what we desire and what we actually need. “It suits my body and style, but never my soul” really stood out to me because it captures that emptiness that can come when something looks right on the outside but doesn’t satisfy you within. The poem then moves deeper into ego, certainty, desire and existence, almost questioning whether our constant pursuit is actually what makes us unhappy. Very philosophical and thought-provoking piece. 🖤
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