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CautiousRain Mar 2019
It might delight me to have you,
if we weren’t damaged goods,
but I know I haven’t the foggiest
how two broken people are meant
to mend together;
we haven’t the hands to glue.
also
even if my hands would stop shaking enough to glue us together, somehow, I'm not sure a repair like that could last
CautiousRain Mar 2019
It’s quite a sight
to see my machinations
dance before me,
and I’m not sure how to feel
when they call me to declare
how I’ve been dreaming.

I try so hard to forget my forgetting
and that maybe when I feel this way,
I can coexist with my desires,
but something tells me when I hear
a man pining,
that it wouldn’t be fair to project myself onto him,
no way.

They keep calling.

I haven’t the ability to trust a phone call
from a fleeting notion I shouldn’t keep.
Please forgive me, sir,
but I think it’s been too much to see
these characters dance to the images in my head,
knowing that reality
is much too far out of reach.
I really don't know if I could ever put myself there again
I don't know if I'd ever want to
CautiousRain Feb 2019
They say she has it bad,
Taking down the boundaries
She never really had,
Yes, it’s all a bit lethargic,
following what was said,
Trailing eyes and messages
and the overwhelming dread.

Let it down slowly,
It’s a phrase she has heard,
And maybe they’d realize her turn for the worse,
Lethargy, it’s an eight letter word,
But it rules the innards and the outer,
It’s just something she’s learned.
it's just a state of being sometimes
CautiousRain Feb 2019
He
I know it isn’t my place
To say anything else,
But seeing your shameful eyes
Reminded me of how much
I mourn you.

I shouldn’t say much,
Over those “at least”s,
Those “he didn’t”s,
Or “you’re lucky that”s,
Every “he wouldn’t”s
And “he couldn’t”s,
And always those, “to you”s.


At least
He didn’t;
You’re lucky that
He wouldn’t,
He couldn’t,
To you.
I'm so lucky he didn't treat me as bad as everyone else, lest I forget it, says the chorus.
CautiousRain Feb 2019
A wilted lettuce leaf, I am.
Look how weak every crease happens to be,
and how sad it is to see me,
limp and soggy,
Skin turned dark,
An unforgettable, unpleasant sight;
Such an unforgiving body, I have.
it just be like that sometimes
CautiousRain Feb 2019
Trampled feelings of self-doubt
come crawling up the spine,
so when the drum calls to take you home,
you have to ask yourself:
Was it ever worth it?
idk guys, like, believe in yourself sometimes
CautiousRain Feb 2019
Go ahead and mourn all the things
that have, and can, and will be.
Lay flowers at the foot of the grave of borrowed time,
kiss the past her sweet goodbyes,
and rest assured the cycle always happens again;
another life gives time a new lover
who she'll take back someday.
CautiousRain Jan 2019
All our kisses seem so cold
in shadows of past times spent,
even though they were actually
warm and ever present;
It hurts so bad to know I lost
A man I loved that never existed.
Always
CautiousRain Jan 2019
They say your past lovers
shape your future tastes,
and I'd be fraught with a dilemma
if it were true,
because I cannot afford to love
another man like the last two.
oh boy
I'm not even wrong
CautiousRain Jan 2019
Looking into myself,
I can't pinpoint that
crushing, confusing, messy
mixture of feelings I have for you.

I would have sworn a week ago
that I hate everything about you,
but now dreaming back
I remember how tender your love was.

I don't know why
you loved me like that
and no one else,
or why you tortured other souls
to have me,
or why maybe,
you destroyed yourself,
but I do know
that I can't rest
without understanding you.
Written in December....oh how life changes, always.
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