I cannot explain all the pathetic measures my eyes will take to avoid your gaze, all the paths my legs will journey to avoid bumping into you on my way home. All the ways I knead my hands to the bone and all the toothpick excuses skewering my tongue. And I cannot explain the way your presence deflates something inside my chest. I don't know what to do with all that empty space. It echoes. I fill it with the thimble's worth of pride that I scrape together, every meager flake of validation I pick from the floor. I shovel slopping handfuls of sawdust to try and soak up some of the shadows but everything dissolves in that oily void, green and hideous. God, it echoes, and everyone hears it. I muffle it with my radio silence. I look at you and I see everything I hate about myself under a microscope. Every blemish, every scar, every gaping hole that you lack. Stop, look. Here. Wrong. Hear? I blind myself with radio silence. I don’t know how to live with an eternal reminder that I am incomplete. You, and the place you hollowed without even knowing it. Green and monstrous. It echoes and everyone hears it. I love you, but I cannot explain my radio silence.
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You've filled your pretty head With a million excuses and lies. Stop wasting your breath; I've seen and heard it all a million times. Sorry, little boy, but you're not as cute as you think. You may think you're water in a desert, But I'm not desperate enough to drink. Because I may be lonely, but I'm not alone.
My excuses for wild love, not a **** cheetah. The truth is, the feeling does make me starve. A loving man, but also a hungry creature.
Pardon the time I waste, tend be doing ******* Gibberish written on my face, many words sound garbage. I'm a real mess, I must confess.
Mind the shattered ideas, best to pop the bulb Explaining myself as such isn't ideal, but I'm not one to be loud Much quieter in the silence of the crowd.
Excuse myself from peers, not on the same surface of pressure Excuse myself from kids, off the scale who can't measure Worth me understanding, but also understanding depression I'm not lessor, but I am one to question.
Excuse me for this, and I'll excuse you for that Excuse me being lost at times, life didn't come with a map. All we do could be the last risk.
Finding a fault with an Exquisite dawn Picking one bent grass on Perfect lawn Being tossed over as spineless pawn "They never cared in their endless want" Always denied my own brush with fame I let my routine to be all the same: Listening to no one, assigning blame ...My excuses are always sooo lame.