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H Nov 2011
To fall and to trust, it’s all a part of love
But I’ve never craved such a token.

Because I don’t fall and I don’t lust
And all the kids say I’m broken.

Because my tears can’t fall, or even develop
They won’t sound or cry.

When all the hearts break and all the eyes weep
Mine are whole and dry.

And this is the cold truth
The shivering word
The theory void of reason

There isn’t a fact
Or reason why
My heart seems to love such treason

It’s the cold truth, the simplest truth
The one that’s never worried

It speaks what’s real, shunning surreal
Seeking falsities to be buried

That’s probably why I’m dead inside
They say my insides could be black

Because I’ve never loved and I’ve never cried
Hollow skeleton of an icy tic tac.
H Nov 2011
He says hello
And he means simply that.
She analyzes such an intro
and draws plans to enact.

He shrugs his shoulders
Because he really doesn't know.
She reads too far in
and can't seem to let it go.

He walks away
Because there's nothing left to say.
She remains drowning
Distressed damsal in a falsified play.

— The End —