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  Jan 2015 Adam Kobosky
Dhaye Margaux
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Why do
                       you
                               love
                           other
              people
first
b
e
f
o
r
e

yourself?
Self-less...
  Jan 2015 Adam Kobosky
torrey
She wore her hair long and dark
Always funny, always smart
In the quiet she could feel cold and alone
Like her words weren't enough
Her tongue all tied
Stuck between her brain and her heart
How it could hurt her to tell the one she loved even at the start
She loved like the moon and we were her sun
But still she could feel so little when she had flowers growing in her lungs
  Jan 2015 Adam Kobosky
torrey
I crave a home that doesn't exist
A place I've never seen, how could it be missed?
Maybe covered in sunflowers and caught amidst
Please drag me there, drag me by my wrist


I wonder what it's like to feel at home
To feel wanted and never alone
Maybe it's warm and by the ocean
Maybe it's dark and golden


It could smell of peonies or red roses
It could taste of sugar and your broken proposes
Just a home full of moments
A home for a poet


But this home is impossible to obtain
For everything is done in vain
Just need somewhere to rid me of this pain
I'm sorry this is so hard to explain
  Jan 2015 Adam Kobosky
torrey
I love your smile
and your corny jokes
I love when you're sleepy
and the way you never boast
But there is one thing
that I love most-

I'm sorry
I'm much too engrossed
You're not ready for this road
Too scared to tell you
How I feel
Afraid I'll **** it up
My feelings are too surreal
You love her
And I can't be that girl

Maybe one day
I won't be such a coward
I'll work up the courage,
feel empowered
But until that day I have one wish
Won't you leave me
*one last kiss?
  Jan 2015 Adam Kobosky
torrey
I'll pull, pull you close until you can't breathe
I'll watch you lose your mind trying to seize
I'll push, push you until you're lost with no means
Finding me only in your dreams
You caught a glimpse of my heart
Why, oh why have I gone this far?
You pulled, pulled me apart until
All that was left were my uncontrollable thoughts
You pushed, pushed me until I was gone
Leaving me only with memories that only haunt
Too scared to stop, too scared to let go
Running infinite circles
Planting daises along our broke road
There she waits with a rose in her hand
But the other around your neck
Surprised and relieved
Hers was all he'll ever be
I dug up our daises and gave them to her instead
"To you and your addicted lover"
And away she led
Atelophobia-the fear of imperfection. The fear of never being good enough
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