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Mar 2017
I wrote on a blank lined white page
In my scrawly script
I've been hearing the lines
Dwindle and intertwine
In the top of my head
Like they are dropping down
From the elevator
Of The Tower of Terror
And I protect like a lioness
But I'd rather be a lion
What you once tried to convince
And joked among
Scoundrels
Didn't matter.

I just don't like you.
It's really plain and very simple
I wish that you would just go away
In your fur stole
And fake solidarity
I wish I could be bigger
Pretend to keep smiling
But I've hit me limit
In exchange for you to *******
And what makes no sense
Is the beggary
To force me to keep waking up
Among the coffee
And food you consumed to quietly
At an empty white table
I owned nothing
I must be stuck in the room
With no door
For it was me
Who could not possibly
Keep leading.

I don't do well with being told what to do
Or by having people leech off of me
I don't do well with feeling like I'm a two
Unless it's with my love
And then I'm never second place.

You have come and gone
I wear patience like a lei
Pretend to sit and pray
Because you can't help but sink your teeth into
All that I love and gave.

I'm hoping honestly
That's the end
I don't tell you of my endeavors
My successes
I trip with how much I need
To fuse the fear with
Alcohol and still you side eye
With glances
It's all caught in a picture

And what's so clear
What's so precise
Is we were never compatible
I just was new.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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