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I’m cocky, I’m clumsy, Fumbling about everywhere; Catching applause, dodging boos, I am addicted to the fear. Then, Cortisol spikes, Please don’t leave me left alone again. I’ve talked too long to Wall, And it’s drips are dropping in. From the lashes of my eyes To my ten ice-tipped toenails, I’m shivering, alone, destined to just— —Warmth interrupts. On my bed sits a Person. I’m startled, taken aback. I pressed end, A new song began. This person takes a gentle breath, Blows it out light, Expels all my demons. A world's revealed, seems alright: One where I don’t have to fight? The binary: break through or break down? Faking, then overtaxing, my mental might? My complex analyses of everything, —My foremost forte— Was the invisible tangible holding me back. How silly of me To make power moves in a vacuum At terminal velocity, Until, by degrees, I was turned off track, Distracted by these demented deals, The fine print details that I needed, but lack, And its back to the yard, then back to the— —Warmth interrupts. My Person takes my hand, Pulls us back, Till side by side We lay. I close my eyes, And forget that wall, Forget all those screaming caterwauls, Forget the hate, the pain, the torture, Though I still hear it call. All it took was all there is, Two hands clasped In a bed for One.
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
Warmth Interrupts.
I’m cocky, I’m clumsy, Fumbling about everywhere; Catching applause, dodging boos, I am addicted to the fear. Then, Cortisol spikes, Please don’t leave me left alone again. I’ve talked too long to Wall, And it’s drips are dropping in. From the lashes of my eyes To my ten ice-tipped toenails, I’m shivering, alone, destined to just— —Warmth interrupts. On my bed sits a Person. I’m startled, taken aback. I pressed end, A new song began. This person takes a gentle breath, Blows it out light, Expels all my demons. A world's revealed, seems alright: One where I don’t have to fight? The binary: break through or break down? Faking, then overtaxing, my mental might? My complex analyses of everything, —My foremost forte— Was the invisible tangible holding me back. How silly of me To make power moves in a vacuum At terminal velocity, Until, by degrees, I was turned off track, Distracted by these demented deals, The fine print details that I needed, but lack, And its back to the yard, then back to the— —Warmth interrupts. My Person takes my hand, Pulls us back, Till side by side We lay. I close my eyes, And forget that wall, Forget all those screaming caterwauls, Forget the hate, the pain, the torture, Though I still hear it call. All it took was all there is, Two hands clasped In a bed for One.
I used to think love was ******** That it was fantasy, Then someone had the urge To take a chance on me. I found it to be fantasy, our Ups And yes, of course, we've had our Downs But, I'm choiceless in the matter— My heart does the work for free— And I think, I hope, I believe I'm destined for her, and her for me.
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
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