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Maybe it’s not your fault How my heart felt under assault; When you leave me in dismay, every time you stay. To that default silence When you play your games with friends, with voice louder than my empty thoughts while I sit next to you —and empty spaces. While I feel my heart turning solid, slowly, wholly. And then the dynamic shifts, sometimes for a few minutes When you talk yourself away, recalling the great things you’ve endured back in the days; while I listen, laugh, and mewl. But slowly, the tiny red soldiers are back running amok; marching towards my congealed heart               Maybe it’s not your fault               How I always feel deprived of attention               How I always feel insufficient               How you always make me stay when you’re lonely               The air between us so thin, yet               I’m going astray —forcing the ashtray to weigh               more, more, and more!               The flare on my lips heavy               Grounding me with gravity,               through the cloudy air               my body numb,               my mind the calm sea of:               lousy despair.                             You liked me perfectly; more, and -                             more, and more!                             Until I was the cement wall that you adored.                             And I would ask you questions                             But you would answer with mind elsewhere                             and empty stares                             pricking my heart to a halt.
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 6:44 AM UTC
So I Suppose It’s My fault
Maybe it’s not your fault How my heart felt under assault; When you leave me in dismay, every time you stay. To that default silence When you play your games with friends, with voice louder than my empty thoughts while I sit next to you —and empty spaces. While I feel my heart turning solid, slowly, wholly. And then the dynamic shifts, sometimes for a few minutes When you talk yourself away, recalling the great things you’ve endured back in the days; while I listen, laugh, and mewl. But slowly, the tiny red soldiers are back running amok; marching towards my congealed heart               Maybe it’s not your fault               How I always feel deprived of attention               How I always feel insufficient               How you always make me stay when you’re lonely               The air between us so thin, yet               I’m going astray —forcing the ashtray to weigh               more, more, and more!               The flare on my lips heavy               Grounding me with gravity,               through the cloudy air               my body numb,               my mind the calm sea of:               lousy despair.                             You liked me perfectly; more, and -                             more, and more!                             Until I was the cement wall that you adored.                             And I would ask you questions                             But you would answer with mind elsewhere                             and empty stares                             pricking my heart to a halt.
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 6:44 AM UTC
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