where to begin?
not this **** again
the constant deliberation
your harsh beration
is that even a word?
I wouldn't know, you're not here to correct me
But I'll still prostrate myself before you
Never imply, never implore you
to swallow the pride I so eminently taste
on the tip on your tongue in the flames of your space
for I articulated immensely and pure,
I've no pride left -- I've already tried to say
that I Miss You
In the olive branch of thought, or concern, or encouragement
The snicker on your lips at the edge of the cord
Has snapped in my face, in a favored exchange
You say I don't owe you
But maybe I do?
I couldn't tell you why
I'll still say I Miss You
Chuckle in my face
say I'm looking too hard
when half passed a year, and I saw that you star- -ted
to write in the place I hold dear to my heart
You played where you meant and you knew these parts
I would puzzle together would puzzle my head
to ensure that your seed had been planted and fed
And I hate the feeling you put in this trough
I'll lap at the puddle, still claim that is
All Love.
You forget that I know you
From that you can't hide
You forget that I know the shake in your voice
When you lie
Despite your uncanny ability still,
This hostility doesn't suit you
Not that I think that I will
change that as of late.
I just wish you could swallow that burdened mind
The one with the Pride?
The one you never tried
to combat or control
because control is a need
I see that , I know that , so control what you please
But no more, not me
It's me.
It is me.
Can you not at all, remember it's me?
Not a burden
A binding
An obligation "back home"
No pressure
No lectures
Just a box of our notes.
The snipping aversion proceeding the kind
Doesn't look good on you,
I've reached and I've tried.
So I'll favor this favor, because my heart's cured --
Unbandaged,
I'll tell you I Miss You
once more.
this time try to
Be honest with me.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
where to begin?
not this **** again
the constant deliberation
your harsh beration
is that even a word?
I wouldn't know, you're not here to correct me
But I'll still prostrate myself before you
Never imply, never implore you
to swallow the pride I so eminently taste
on the tip on your tongue in the flames of your space
for I articulated immensely and pure,
I've no pride left -- I've already tried to say
that I Miss You
In the olive branch of thought, or concern, or encouragement
The snicker on your lips at the edge of the cord
Has snapped in my face, in a favored exchange
You say I don't owe you
But maybe I do?
I couldn't tell you why
I'll still say I Miss You
Chuckle in my face
say I'm looking too hard
when half passed a year, and I saw that you star- -ted
to write in the place I hold dear to my heart
You played where you meant and you knew these parts
I would puzzle together would puzzle my head
to ensure that your seed had been planted and fed
And I hate the feeling you put in this trough
I'll lap at the puddle, still claim that is
All Love.
You forget that I know you
From that you can't hide
You forget that I know the shake in your voice
When you lie
Despite your uncanny ability still,
This hostility doesn't suit you
Not that I think that I will
change that as of late.
I just wish you could swallow that burdened mind
The one with the Pride?
The one you never tried
to combat or control
because control is a need
I see that , I know that , so control what you please
But no more, not me
It's me.
It is me.
Can you not at all, remember it's me?
Not a burden
A binding
An obligation "back home"
No pressure
No lectures
Just a box of our notes.
The snipping aversion proceeding the kind
Doesn't look good on you,
I've reached and I've tried.
So I'll favor this favor, because my heart's cured --
Unbandaged,
I'll tell you I Miss You
once more.
this time try to
Be honest with me.
