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 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
The length of your recovery
Is determined by the extent of your injuries
So how do you determine a broken heart?
How would you start?

How do you determine painful wonders?
Is it counted in numbers?
How do you determine someone's injuries,
if they're all just miseries?
It may just be one of those mysteries

How do you cure
A hundred years of heartache
Do you lie for their sake?
Tell them everything is just make or break?

How do you determine someone's emotional trauma?
Deep down inside they're just ready to hide
In their heart they already feel like they've died

So what kind of recovery would you suggest?
If you knew all their troubles, what would you assess?
For someone so lost, for someone so stressed
*What kind of recovery would they possess?
 Jan 2015 Adam Kobosky
torrey
What if feelings were really all just science?
That everything we feel is actually genetic
That would mean
Every awful feeling was meant to be
All that we do, all that we see
We were meant to be
Exactly where we are
That would mean our mistakes
Aren't mistakes at all
We were made to be exactly
What we are
Happy, scared, stressed, and sad
Genetics would make it seem less bad
What if science was really all we had?
All the heartache and pain
All the decisions that we've made
Everything we are would make sense
But this is merely a myth
Hypophrenia-  A feeling of sadnes seemingly without a cause
also I'm reposting this with a new title that seems more fitting
 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
 Jan 2015 Adam Kobosky
Ciarra
Yes, I'm okay.
No I'm not.

Yes, I'm just really tired.
No, I'm tired of living.

Yes, everything is fine.
No, my world is crashing down around me.

Yes, I'll be fine
No, you'll be lucky to see clean wrists tomorrow.

Yes, I've been eating.
No, I haven't eaten, when I do, I throw it back up in disgust.

Yes, I feel confident.
No, I just wish I was perfect.

Yes, I'm fine being alone.
No, I just want somebody to love me...

Yes, I'm telling the truth*
No, I'm telling the truth.
Genesis Luna Serenity
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