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Isn't it Wonderful

Isn’t it

 

 

 

Wonderful,

 

The suffocating love of a hundred people

They want you, what’s best for you

What’s best for you, what is best for you?

Rejecting them means rejecting love,

but you are in short supply of you

As demand increases, so does price

the price of you

the price is you.

Sanity sets in, escape’s let out

every night let it out,

beats staying in

Some are in short supply of love

 

********

 

Not you

The suffocating love of a hundred people let you know

Across the room, across the country

a hundred people can’t help

shedding ‘bout one sixty does

only, you have to shed it

anchors only work when attached

 

love

 

it pulls your judgment, mind from its foundation

wants to make your choices

wants to make your coffee

you start to save you,

in a container with a seal

the shiny latch makes a pop noise

You can see through the otherside

No one can get in,

Not with the pop noise

Its where you keep you

in the house, Close the door

pressure mounts

let it out in

 

drops,

 

thoughts and blood

watch it heal, know you’re better

lets you know,

you are better, you are better

You are Better,

better isn’t with help, it doesn’t come with age

it’s a choice you make

the suffocating love of a hundred people

they pile on blankets, keeps you warm

but at a hundred blankets deep you aren’t moving

 

move.

 

Don’t think about me, don’t think about him

Just move and keep moving,

roots and anchors

Learn which is which

Remember which is which

Act on which is which

you grow roots, anchors are placed upon you

usually around the neck region.

Box up all the memories, store them if you like

But don’t stay attached, burn if necessary

Anchors only work if they’re attached

You can’t ‘be ready’ for something that’s already happened

It’s the past in those boxes,

the fond death of past nothings,

Life only exists in the future,

Not to be too dramatic but we’re dying, right now

in the present

we breath out life out as we speak

Only the future has life, stored as potential

just take the steps

cut out the cancer

if you want to be ready for something, be ready for what’s next

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Written by
kevin-miller
American
Published
May 16, 2010
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(A note to Jessica)

copyright 2010

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