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This is the way you're supposed to be -
breathless,
anxious,
a sandpaper throat
adorned with fingernails (you could never
choke down the truth
but, my dear,
you sure could choke).
This is the way we all fall
when we can't
seem to
move.
Our feet are stuck to yesteryear's
yesterfears
and the dour hours
continue to chisel
our lithesome frames.
This is the way we all get lost
even though
we were always
-> HERE <-
The scenery shifts
and we can't remember our lines.
This is the way I always forget -
discerning atoms under a kaleidoscope
never rendered discernment at all;
my self-portraits
will always depict monsters
two-feet-small.
breathless,
anxious,
a sandpaper throat
adorned with fingernails (you could never
choke down the truth
but, my dear,
you sure could choke).
This is the way we all fall
when we can't
seem to
move.
Our feet are stuck to yesteryear's
yesterfears
and the dour hours
continue to chisel
our lithesome frames.
This is the way we all get lost
even though
we were always
-> HERE <-
The scenery shifts
and we can't remember our lines.
This is the way I always forget -
discerning atoms under a kaleidoscope
never rendered discernment at all;
my self-portraits
will always depict monsters
two-feet-small.
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there's a whole in your heart
that i'll dig my way into,
twist myself around to fill your gaps and
tangle in all your crevices
until i can make you whole
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I'll Leave
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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