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thoughts you cant get rid of
a person in the mirror you have to live with and yet cant love
things left undone and unfinished, unstarted and unlooked
tears uncried and yet fear seeping like paint in wounds
memories justifying what you cant dare to face
nights left wondering if emotions are returned with the same fire they are forged in
a ravaging storm that you wake up to, mellowing in sewers, mellowing, mellowed;
seeing everything, taking notes and paranoid
missing yourself and people you swore to never remember
but yet hearts crawl back like vines intertwining under sunlight
bound to the force of life like nasty parasites
eating the scraps of memory swore forgotten and unturned

a single pair of searching, empty eyes
drifting, hiding all of its silent cries
more and more people, they sift through the plane
in through the single crowded lane
really, there is no end to the endless chasing
even you, you're just there, impossibly waiting
rear view mirror shows no road behind
still, you sit, awaiting one of your kind