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Burnout Dec 2012
I'm like you
My subconscious was always aware
How could forever start at such a young age?
But I had still hoped
We ignored the warning signs of hurt
Screaming, crying, pushing, shoving
It was all normal, right?
Your harsh words always stung my skin
My unfaithful actions always made you cry
But we kept moving like nothing had happened
No Blood No Foul
Long nights on a bare mattress
The same routine
Movie
Kiss
****
Sleep
This is what we called love
Will you still meet me at the tire swing?
Burnout Dec 2012
Broken Muse
I've squeezed every bit of inspiration out of you that I could
Useless
An old lover
A faded Intense memory
My contradiction
This whole situation
Endless hours on your mother's couch
Lets not think about that though
There's no chance of changing your bipolar mind
Burnout Dec 2012
if every word i said could make you laugh i'd talk forever
the stereotypical lines don't work on your brilliance
your cold
my intellectual rain cloud
bringing me my favorite weather
not without the wet socks of course
it all hurts
the constant sunshine
my pale skin only wants your cumulonimbus touch
tracing my skin
your gentle raindrops
bring me to seattle
our future with no barriers
i rub my own back
replaying the memories in my head
my favorites
your regrets
i try to calm myself down
but only your shush will suppress the tears
only your sheetless bed will defeat the cold
only your presence will crowd the loneliness
i surrender
will i ever hit the bottom of this sad abyss?
can you pull me out?
i know you can
there i go again
answering my own questions
i'm not fixing anything
i'll just keep waiting
i'll just keep failing

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