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I’d rather run away to a different place and mindset in time
Before the experience that has stolen my peace of mind
But fear can be so acute I want to crawl out of my own skin
I just want to escape the bleak state that I’ve been in since
Hardship is supposed to build character and toughen the spine
But the only things I feel are cold, alone, and completely petrified
How I live now illustrates just much my perception has changed
My nerves are so taut sometimes that I feel completely deranged
Something has broken apart inside and I’ll never be able to fix it
Every day is a struggle to survive as I tell myself not to risk it
Repition of the derision keeps self-esteem down really damn low
and seeds of worry are fertilized by dread and continue to grow
Before the experience that has stolen my peace of mind
But fear can be so acute I want to crawl out of my own skin
I just want to escape the bleak state that I’ve been in since
Hardship is supposed to build character and toughen the spine
But the only things I feel are cold, alone, and completely petrified
How I live now illustrates just much my perception has changed
My nerves are so taut sometimes that I feel completely deranged
Something has broken apart inside and I’ll never be able to fix it
Every day is a struggle to survive as I tell myself not to risk it
Repition of the derision keeps self-esteem down really damn low
and seeds of worry are fertilized by dread and continue to grow
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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
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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If the only words I have are I love you
If every day we're born,
and every night we die,
then imprint me in your first morn,
and here beside me lie.
If time will stay for just one day,
and every minute laughter rife,
then walk with me and not astray,
and share with me your life.
If time has brought you naught but harm-
has done naught but make you cry,
come fade here into my arms,
and here beside me die.
For here I stand as witness
to both your darkness and your light,
and happy company I am to confess
both "Good Morning" and "Goodnight
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