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If I were strong I would say I'm not okay But I am weak, so fine I stay If I were to stare down into your face I'd smash it in with my graceful words Swords, knives, that's what your words feel like I feel this ache in the space between our sour meetings Do not touch, so I won't touch See no evil, so I look away from you I'm weighted down by the emotions that lay heavy within me I carry them like shacked round my ankles I carry them in spaces between my teeth and tongue They fall out when the pressure is too much It all spills out, soiling the sacred ground Burying the good news which surrounds me I have this ache in my chest, where love used to be It's dull and sad and it pains me You smile, I cringe You laugh, I cry You gain control and I wither in my soul In this ache, I want you to feel these knives and aches and pains and stops and starts and agony and woe But no You simply won't It's this battle in my head and my chest and legs and if I stretch far enough, breathe deeply enough, and smile widely enough I will no longer think of you No God No bad Oblivious In bliss
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
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If I were strong I would say I'm not okay But I am weak, so fine I stay If I were to stare down into your face I'd smash it in with my graceful words Swords, knives, that's what your words feel like I feel this ache in the space between our sour meetings Do not touch, so I won't touch See no evil, so I look away from you I'm weighted down by the emotions that lay heavy within me I carry them like shacked round my ankles I carry them in spaces between my teeth and tongue They fall out when the pressure is too much It all spills out, soiling the sacred ground Burying the good news which surrounds me I have this ache in my chest, where love used to be It's dull and sad and it pains me You smile, I cringe You laugh, I cry You gain control and I wither in my soul In this ache, I want you to feel these knives and aches and pains and stops and starts and agony and woe But no You simply won't It's this battle in my head and my chest and legs and if I stretch far enough, breathe deeply enough, and smile widely enough I will no longer think of you No God No bad Oblivious In bliss
#heartbreak#sad#anger#pain#romance#me#ache#personal
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24/F/American
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
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