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At what point do you realise you're a number How do I know that all these promises, you didn't whisper to them too I say I've never felt this way, you say you love me I can't stop holding myself up against them And all I feel is scrutiny, inferiority and broken I hate myself now for only seeing an act On the journey from your mouth to my ears All these words lose everything and end up empty But I've never thought me good enough And perhaps I never will So the ones who come before me stand tall over me and promise to never let me go Yet somehow in the dark, in the deep deep dark I see you You're alone and holding in your hands all the meaning from the words that were lost You hold it up to me and look further into me than anyone has ever done before And I break and the tears that leave me carry the doubt away into my pocket and form a weight I kiss you and embrace everything you hold and make it my own I fall into you and become aware of how much I love you Until I reach into my pocket and they're there Waiting to grasp my hand
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
Hold Me
At what point do you realise you're a number How do I know that all these promises, you didn't whisper to them too I say I've never felt this way, you say you love me I can't stop holding myself up against them And all I feel is scrutiny, inferiority and broken I hate myself now for only seeing an act On the journey from your mouth to my ears All these words lose everything and end up empty But I've never thought me good enough And perhaps I never will So the ones who come before me stand tall over me and promise to never let me go Yet somehow in the dark, in the deep deep dark I see you You're alone and holding in your hands all the meaning from the words that were lost You hold it up to me and look further into me than anyone has ever done before And I break and the tears that leave me carry the doubt away into my pocket and form a weight I kiss you and embrace everything you hold and make it my own I fall into you and become aware of how much I love you Until I reach into my pocket and they're there Waiting to grasp my hand
For the first time, I love someone too much and self doubt has taken the responsibility of guiding me through it
#love#fear
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luke-murphy
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
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