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Strange feelings swim inside me, confusing and alert. Prodding me to make a move; assume, affirm, assert. Yet these tones only arise within the realm of me. I'm building solid structures from only misery. Misery imagined Misery, elusive Why do I question everything being inconclusive Like happiness backfiring scrutinizing itself to pick apart perfection and pity all the wealth To find a problem buried where graves have not been laid and ravish in the thinking I should be getting paid I'll sit and whisper to myself I should be getting more of everything completely as if love is but a chore He tells me things I know. The things my heart is saying. Why does the mind escape the heart all certainty decaying? But he is right and I am wrong I love all of this man. Expectation kills livelihood He does everything he can Overthinking hurts when none of it is true. We cannot build reality, fake disappointment--brewed. So holding hands with him and I love you's ARE enough. The feeling IS the knowing. Uncertain, true and tough.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
Why does the mind escape the heart?
Strange feelings swim inside me, confusing and alert. Prodding me to make a move; assume, affirm, assert. Yet these tones only arise within the realm of me. I'm building solid structures from only misery. Misery imagined Misery, elusive Why do I question everything being inconclusive Like happiness backfiring scrutinizing itself to pick apart perfection and pity all the wealth To find a problem buried where graves have not been laid and ravish in the thinking I should be getting paid I'll sit and whisper to myself I should be getting more of everything completely as if love is but a chore He tells me things I know. The things my heart is saying. Why does the mind escape the heart all certainty decaying? But he is right and I am wrong I love all of this man. Expectation kills livelihood He does everything he can Overthinking hurts when none of it is true. We cannot build reality, fake disappointment--brewed. So holding hands with him and I love you's ARE enough. The feeling IS the knowing. Uncertain, true and tough.
tara-antonini
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
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