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You're like a crossword puzzel

You're like a crossword puzzle, I just can't figure you out

I’m perplexed

The contradiction in the way you speak and act has got me vexed

It is a rhythm of rights and wrongs, of whom and what don’t belong

You’ve got your image of society set like it was a constellation. Permanent, only visible to the people who are searching

You say to never go right but occasionally turn down that road

Do not speak when hate is the driver you spit out

And yet often chime in with a snide comment about others appearance

I don’t understand

Your stature is not a brick wall; you lean to one side or stare off into nothing

As if everything is unimportant

As if a wind could swing by and scream you into a heap on the floor

You’d lie there not caring to get up, liking the hard bed that’s just sprang up and it’s solitude

How even if no one else will, you know the ground will always be there for you to hit you when you fall

The only thing you can rely on

I want to be the one to catch you

Tell you everything’s ok

Make you feel like the world beneath your feet is a miracle and the sun coming up every morning is a gift but…

But I can’t

I can’t help you

I can’t love you

Not if you don’t know who you are, like when you look in the mirror and wonder who’s string back

Not if you don’t have morals

Not if you can’t abide by them

Not if you don’t know where you’re going, like the way you treat dirt rode’s as if their lined with yellow bricks

Dear, I can’t follow a rabbit hole if I don’t know the fairytale on the other side

I can see a fire burning inside you, but it’s only getting dimmer

With each breath you inhale of poison slowly burning your throat, my air get’s thin and my throat get’s tight

You light your cigarette like your life. You ignite your own death. Make your own smoke.

You poison yourself.

With each step you take and word you whistle out you do it joyfully as if you’re happy for this series of unfortunate events.

Baby you confuse me every **** day

And I just wanted you to know.

I love you anyway

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Aug 1, 2011
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