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my true form
is that which lurks
in the bottom
of my mug

a shiny
distorted face
similar to a
monster

sleeping under
coffee and milk
only caught in
bottom-half swigs

and shiny cold
confessions to
myself so near the
end it doesn't matter

the me at the bottom
looks the same as
it has since i was
just a kid

only difference is
now that i'm older
i know better than
to think it won't hurt me
copyright 12/7/17 by b. e. mccomb
 Jan 2018 William A Gibson
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My black and white attitude matches your golden strings
My soft touch lay upon your wooden surface
and harmony in each others' hearts is what it brings

On my shoulder is where you lie
And in my vast body is where I stand
Alongside your relentlessly endearing land
is the turf of joy and sorrow, where i cry

Your wand is so powerful
Enough to destroy my sheet, the one I rule
you broke my barrier and there goes your sound
to my heart's music, well-fated bound

They said you're but a three-stringed creature
But I think you're more than a literature
Beyond your ordinary life is golden glamour
One strike then luxury is your given demeanor

My keys will showcase your strings
Your strings will showcase my keys
You're my love, my one and only
My one true partner that my heart seeks
Through the clouds and reflections of beauty that I've seen,
I'm your piano and you're my Violin...
You cannot tell her she's beautiful,
You cannot tell her you love her,
You cannot tell her she's your world
When she's at her best moments.

You may only tell her those things,
If you're ready for her to have those off days,
If you're ready for her to not always wear makeup,
If you're ready to deal with her mood swings,
If you're ready for her to be clingey some days and distant others,

You cannot tell her any of the pretty little comments,
Unless you can handle her
Alone at two A.M.
As she's struggling with life,
And wondering why

She is not enough to win her own internal battles
-Don't you dare tell her you can handle her all the time if you're only ready to handle her at her best.
Choose me, when you’re drunk
when you’re confused
Choose me, when she’s not around
when she’s not kissing you
Choose me, i’m your always
an always second option
an always second best
Choose me, i’ll be happy
i guess second choice is not that bad
From my Playlists and Footnotes
Choose me, choose me

— The End —