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I dont like you anymore

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eat ****

My dear, my love..
Were you sent from above?

I swear I saw you
Float down to the ground
And laid there until I found,
You in the midst of the night

Covered in moss,
Your eyes glossed,
And skin like thin glass

Hair as fine as silk,
Now filled with filth
And body smeared with ****

You cried and you shook
Wailing, with no intention to stop
Not saying what made you sob
You remain silent still to this day

And I just want to wipe your tears away

Your beauty is substantial,
Your mind so fine,
But you wont speak to me
So you can't be mine

Beauty is in
The eyes of the beholder
The heart of the lover
And the mind of the seer
They swoon and swoon
For her affections before noon
To sweep her off her
delicate little feet for dinner
Competition is swift for her
Aggressive and quick for her
They all want to be her first love
The purest and most innocent--
of all things, the heart of the untouched
And the unloved
She wears little white dresses,
skips on sundays, cleans up her messes,
and curls her hair for brunch
The beholder, lover and seer call her name
But she thinks they're all kind of lame
For she isn't into those gentlemen
No, no, not one bit
They just don't seem to match her wit
She is luminous, brighter than most
Just because she's beautiful
Doesn't make her delusional

Empty headed, and thin skulled, we lurk, pace and crawl
Forget, forget, forget, then remember and reminisce and hurt
Thick skinned, and heavy footed, we stomp, scavenge and maul
Destroy, destroy, destroy, then build and burn and ruin

Sometimes I wonder, I wonder why
Things seem to just go awry,
I am the epitome of confusion,
grief, pain, loyalty, forgiveness,
love, loss, replacement, and trust,
I am used to things like this by now,
It's happened once, twice, thrice...
It's not like I don't know my life
I continue to be trodden upon,
And told "It's not that bad, c'mon"
I know I'm being foolish and so are you
One of these days
I am going to give up
and say "I don't have a clue..
what to do with any of you"

I guess you could say I'm still confused,
Confused and aching inside,
My heart beats for one, two and three,
but cant beat for four, five, or six
It's hard to stay optimistic,
Or to retain my certain glow,
But I surely can't keep up,
And I'm losing control

I just want security
And somehow
For my heart to be *free