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Dec 2017
I tie my strings together,
Before the frays can scare you away.
You like me when I'm begging,
But only half hearted.

I started being vulnerable the day I realized endearment was no longer an anchor,
But you wear masculinity like a chain, too heavy for me to ever hold you.
It's maddening
Watching you run from me,
Sidestep and tiptoe across emotions.
The world used to be my racetrack,
Til I drove into the wall and still came out lonely on the otherside.
I never hit the breaks for you.

You want me *******,
But I've never been good
at unraveling slow.
Dust Bowl
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Dust Bowl
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   Fallen Angel
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