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I will never "love" again
or get butterflies inside
after asking for a pen
or asking for a ride
flirting up a storm
and making my heart grow warm

I will never "love" again
or pretend I know what it means
to have someone "never leave" Then,
stifle my future dreams
drams of never being lonely
of "loving" you only

I will never "love" again
or listen when you say
"Babe, I am always here for you"
and then watch you walk away
with Her
she must have claws and fur

I will "never" love again
or so I seem to say
but somehow after "finishing" I begin
my search for someone who won't walk away
I fall in love "once more"
just like I told myself before

I will fall in love... I think
as I stare into your face
and forget to blink
I find myself longing for your embrace
I yearn for just one chance
for us to dance

I just fell in "love" with him
as I react from the fall
and see my sights are grim
I realize I am not in "love" at all
after he leaves me like all the rest
I clean up my tears and look my best

And start all over again.
She spent her whole life dreaming. Everything and everyone she encountered told her
to stop. “It’s a waste of time” “It’s not healthy” “Grow up” they’d say. And eventually she
started to believe the things people said. She wanted big things - for herself and for
others, but it didn’t take long for her to realize the importance of settling. It made things
easier and she had the tendency to complicate them without even trying. She felt
isolated from the world just outside her door but she didn’t know how to change that or if
she even wanted to. The best things in life tend to waste away after a matter of
moments. They pass away as if they’d never existed. Maybe she’d imagined them all.
She began to condition herself to expect disappointment. It worked for a little while, but
hard as she tried to shield herself from the pains of everyday life - the bullet always
seem to find her. It always came, without fail and pierced her heart with little regard for
the repercussions. She longed for the day she would be good enough for the people
she loved. Maybe you had to earn it, and she hadn’t yet collected enough gold stars to
pick out of the treasure box.
Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this
© 2012 Jene'e Patitucci

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