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I'm stuck where resolve initially collapsed
Too many empty hours have since lapsed
I don't know what else I should do
I can't seem to get through to you
I'm still where I initially fell
and it's hard for me to tell
What's going through your mind
Every time you draw a damn line
Patience might very well be a virtue
It's something I've tried to achieve
But since your heart's got a curfew
How can I be expected to believe
in the words that you will weave
Confessing you want me
Then backing away to flee
I guess it's a blessing you can't see
The tears, the confusion, the misery
God, I just need a reason to believe
I don't really know where else to go
as love's absence continues to show
I'm stuck where I initially collapsed
Too many lonely hours have lapsed
What's crammed inside that uncomfortably crowded space,
when you sense panic trapping you in a dangerous place?
Compassion is such a crucial thing
It's the master I was born to serve
But whenever a heart beats bitterly
How can I be expected to conserve
The words that hopeful mouths have spoken
Only to be refuted when the demon's awoken
You claim that you want what I want
Just to relinquish control to the haunt
I guess it's a blessing that you'll probably never see
The tears, the confusion, the fear that's living in me
God, I just need to return to breathing somewhat normally
I hope one day that we'll feel safe within a shared intimacy
I just don't know what to do
I haven't yet gotten through
I don't know how to reconcile the past
whenever the mad world spins too fast
I'm still frozen where spirits fell
and it's so difficult for me to tell
What's crowding inside that troubled mind
Every time you decide you have to rewind
What's creeping within the pitch black dark,
whenever you let the fear control the spark?
I guess it's a blessing that you'll probably never see
the tears, the confusion, the terror living inside me
It's truly a blessing that you can't taste
the tears, uncertainty, this utter waste
God, I need a comfortable release
I just really need...
I just really want you to love me
Too many empty hours have since lapsed
I don't know what else I should do
I can't seem to get through to you
I'm still where I initially fell
and it's hard for me to tell
What's going through your mind
Every time you draw a damn line
Patience might very well be a virtue
It's something I've tried to achieve
But since your heart's got a curfew
How can I be expected to believe
in the words that you will weave
Confessing you want me
Then backing away to flee
I guess it's a blessing you can't see
The tears, the confusion, the misery
God, I just need a reason to believe
I don't really know where else to go
as love's absence continues to show
I'm stuck where I initially collapsed
Too many lonely hours have lapsed
What's crammed inside that uncomfortably crowded space,
when you sense panic trapping you in a dangerous place?
Compassion is such a crucial thing
It's the master I was born to serve
But whenever a heart beats bitterly
How can I be expected to conserve
The words that hopeful mouths have spoken
Only to be refuted when the demon's awoken
You claim that you want what I want
Just to relinquish control to the haunt
I guess it's a blessing that you'll probably never see
The tears, the confusion, the fear that's living in me
God, I just need to return to breathing somewhat normally
I hope one day that we'll feel safe within a shared intimacy
I just don't know what to do
I haven't yet gotten through
I don't know how to reconcile the past
whenever the mad world spins too fast
I'm still frozen where spirits fell
and it's so difficult for me to tell
What's crowding inside that troubled mind
Every time you decide you have to rewind
What's creeping within the pitch black dark,
whenever you let the fear control the spark?
I guess it's a blessing that you'll probably never see
the tears, the confusion, the terror living inside me
It's truly a blessing that you can't taste
the tears, uncertainty, this utter waste
God, I need a comfortable release
I just really need...
I just really want you to love me
Literature
differently (v. 2)
i.
if I had known I would die tonight,
I think I would've kissed her.
I think I would've told her to stay with me under
the umbrella for just a moment longer
instead of letting her walk into her home
with a flash of a smile back to me
and a "get home safe."
I think I would've pressed that button on the handle
letting the umbrella collapse above us,
fall to the pavement,
let the torrential rain soak us,
and I know I would've kissed her
before she had the chance
to say something.
I know I would've let the rain just pour down on us while
we kissed there,
until she pulled away and laughed –
god, I loved her laugh –
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Literature
Straight Ahead
In keeping with the adage that says,
life is a road,
being in love is a little like watching someone walk away
and naively,
innately,
trusting that they will return.
Being loved,
and loving someone back,
is doing the hard thing
and never,
ever,
turning around.
Because being in love
means,
shouldering the burden of knowing
that the road ahead
is so very dangerous,
and not being cruel enough,
to let the other know.
Literature
instructions on never falling out of love
invent countless scenarios where pieces
fall into places and you fall into
his arms.
rip your chest up with bitten nails,
scourge your insides with laser-sharp
self-homing
precision-guided missiles
of unending scrutiny:
what's missing, what's missing,
what's missing.
discard fictions, soft-spoken and faceless.
you've met the real deal
and he doesn't want you.
write songs, write
this poem,
write, sing, remember
old melodies
of the broken loves of your youth.
tell yourself every bit of pain that had
passed through you before
carved a perfect spot
for this love to fill.
tell yourself, you loved him before you met him.
what you've learnt to
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