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Surrounded by strangers who love me. [Un]strangers made strange by pain. Words the same as always, the same as nothing, when nothing is the same. Lost and last to know; lost and last to love. I am the last one lost. For you cannot see even a bubble; once it is popped. Falling not flying. One lost, ****** word, like the lost worlds between you and me. We love what we love and who. We love who we love and why. We love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted & strung between the fingers of strangers. Strangers made strange by love. With arms around me: dancing and hurried. I see your face: pale and worried. Bargaining with a life that isn't mine to bargain with isn't a bargain at all. But, misery doesn't come cheap. Now, I've found the missing piece. My breath; my heart; my memory. Me. The other half, the missing half. Entombed by the laws of physics; the laws of love. Of time and space and the [in]between place. [In]between you and me and where we are. Because, I'm lost and looking; looking & lost.
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Lost and Looking
Surrounded by strangers who love me. [Un]strangers made strange by pain. Words the same as always, the same as nothing, when nothing is the same. Lost and last to know; lost and last to love. I am the last one lost. For you cannot see even a bubble; once it is popped. Falling not flying. One lost, ****** word, like the lost worlds between you and me. We love what we love and who. We love who we love and why. We love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted & strung between the fingers of strangers. Strangers made strange by love. With arms around me: dancing and hurried. I see your face: pale and worried. Bargaining with a life that isn't mine to bargain with isn't a bargain at all. But, misery doesn't come cheap. Now, I've found the missing piece. My breath; my heart; my memory. Me. The other half, the missing half. Entombed by the laws of physics; the laws of love. Of time and space and the [in]between place. [In]between you and me and where we are. Because, I'm lost and looking; looking & lost.
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mayah-nance
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26/F/English
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
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