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I became your favorite obsession I wondered if my last hour had come. I am not alive until you called, In an hour or two my cell phone becomes as hot as I am. Take me, break me, I can’t be obedient, I want to feel whole again… without looking over my shoulder. Oh my wounded and troubled heart My soul is in deep anguish, Without this forceful conquest Within my eyes, jealousy wedge deep Because of my self-critical thoughts, My early rejections, my feeling, thoughts and action: Our grandmother’s words came to be fulfilled “An old fashion botheration,    My indulgence from my past, This led to an old fashion romance, That wasn’t resolved then or now. Take this kiss from my lip And in return take off your glasses and let me see your weary eyes You are not wrong, my jealousy is a disease If life had be kinder to us, I would have been yours, And you would have been mine. I would have been the slave to you, I stood by the window, and stare down at couples walking by holding hands and I thought about them and I think about us: Making further plans and I waved my hand to them and smile because love is a lie. heart of darkness encounter of lies I have paid my dues, I settled my tithes. How can I tell my heart to stop loving him? I became his favorite obsession, now he’s mine Take me, break me, I can’t be obedient, I want to feel whole again, my friend My wounded and troubled heart, My soul is in deep anguish, without this forceful conquest So why do I weep in my sleep? My God of refuge, what was the hidden truth? I played with fire, and now I am burnt.
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Take me, break me, I can’t be obedient
I became your favorite obsession I wondered if my last hour had come. I am not alive until you called, In an hour or two my cell phone becomes as hot as I am. Take me, break me, I can’t be obedient, I want to feel whole again… without looking over my shoulder. Oh my wounded and troubled heart My soul is in deep anguish, Without this forceful conquest Within my eyes, jealousy wedge deep Because of my self-critical thoughts, My early rejections, my feeling, thoughts and action: Our grandmother’s words came to be fulfilled “An old fashion botheration,    My indulgence from my past, This led to an old fashion romance, That wasn’t resolved then or now. Take this kiss from my lip And in return take off your glasses and let me see your weary eyes You are not wrong, my jealousy is a disease If life had be kinder to us, I would have been yours, And you would have been mine. I would have been the slave to you, I stood by the window, and stare down at couples walking by holding hands and I thought about them and I think about us: Making further plans and I waved my hand to them and smile because love is a lie. heart of darkness encounter of lies I have paid my dues, I settled my tithes. How can I tell my heart to stop loving him? I became his favorite obsession, now he’s mine Take me, break me, I can’t be obedient, I want to feel whole again, my friend My wounded and troubled heart, My soul is in deep anguish, without this forceful conquest So why do I weep in my sleep? My God of refuge, what was the hidden truth? I played with fire, and now I am burnt.
some time confessional poems work too.
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
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