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sitting alone on a park bench in stormy weather and typing frantically (messier)
i am naked bone, tree crushed and wild
we become hypocrites and liars when we choose to be Like This:
mad; crazed and saddened beyond repair
call me an accident waiting to happen,
memories of warm lights and family friends with fuzzy edges
pringles and homes and soft again.
i will wait here through the night
until one of the damn wavering beasts
dares to fall on my head
i am wondering what you meant when you did that
shiver, god you're my first thought
so close and so far that i want to knock on your door
our moon, i fucking swear
resentful to how you resemble me.
we are whispering truths and
scared of them too.
just tell me it straight, love. i am tired.
we become hypocrites and liars when we choose to be Like This:
mad; crazed and saddened beyond repair
call me an accident waiting to happen,
memories of warm lights and family friends with fuzzy edges
pringles and homes and soft again.
i will wait here through the night
until one of the damn wavering beasts
dares to fall on my head
i am wondering what you meant when you did that
shiver, god you're my first thought
so close and so far that i want to knock on your door
our moon, i fucking swear
resentful to how you resemble me.
we are whispering truths and
scared of them too.
just tell me it straight, love. i am tired.
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