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Some things are better left unsaid,
Unsure of what I did,
I hurried, ran, and from you hid,
And took a long road,
Knowing not where it lead.

I feel I'm there, without your lies,
When you took her hand, butterflies,
Then you kissed her lips and then her eyes,
I could feel my tattered heart
Breaking inside.

How could you feel the way I do
When all she wants to see is you
I see you here and then I go,
Staring blankly at my shoes.

I can't seem to find a love like yours.
I only find thistles and thorns.
The roses of paradise trampled by boars,
Without you caring, my heart is torn.

This is my postiche redemption,
An artificial avoidance of the only thing I know.
Heartbreak paints the tension of my soul,
And love is the heart's suicide goal.
Postiche definition: Artificial or counterfeit
Tyler Man Apr 2014
As I feel the heartbeat through my body a constant reminder of an inner hobby a thing that makes me a person maybe not so free a constant relief of tension to redirect the emotion to bring distraction to a constant reminder that your not here all it's ever done is endive fear who am I to turn away run again who am I to leave again to bring myself to run free again who am I to just give up and leave behind a whole life of love who are you to walk away leave me here for another day I can believe that I'll stay when I just wanna run away to my dismay you run away so far away to leave behind what I am but why I tried I cared I cried for you to see what inside me... But not enough I must grow tough to run away and leave this place.... As tears come raining down my face
Something freeflowing... Came out when I was in grievance
Car wreck
Trainwreck
Smoking trainwreck
Then I homewreck
Like it's homework
Why's it have to be such hard work
Just to live a simple life
Just to live, not wonder why
Just to believe in the sky
It's strange what this means to me
I am floating heavily
Within these lines I am set free
To another galaxy
I'm like a switch
On off on off
Left right left right
Low high low high
I'd always comply
No longer will I blindly follow
No longer will I drown in sorrow
I now have a heavy understanding
This life's about learning and it's **** demanding
But what else do you have to do?
I might as well be on top of you
This is my quite respectful offer
Before you tell yourself 'I lost her'
But this is just about my body
I hope you don't intellectually want me
Not that I don't like your mind..it's just
you know that she would mind
For some reason I can't seem to find
The words to say you're not my kind
But this is just my high time worries
When I try to brainstorm and avoid the flurries
What I mean by brainstorm
is really feel your body warm
And to avoid the cold
Don't let your mind be sold
Whoever caves first will have to fold
And this already feels like gold.
This has a lot of combined meanings behind it.
I feel most creative when I'm lifted.
Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
The tension,
did you feel it too?
Pulling you-to-me,
or was it metoyou?
One moment
an arms length       away
The next,
nospacebetween

Breathless begins to feel
good
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
D Apr 2014
I sat in a room full of people today
I didn't or barely knew at all
I sat there the whole time thinking, wondering,
Staring blankly at the wall

I jotted down a few notes here and there,
Mostly nonsense with no real purpose,
Now here is the interesting part my dear,
Someone else sat there, you've got three guesses

It wasn't Ronald of the McDonald
Or Mickey Mouse of the club house
One more guess, Oh! You've got it,
It was a couple, the very one I wrote about

My god, were they ever happy
I ******* envied them, hated their smiles
It made me sick to my stomach to watch them laugh
And I had to watch them for a long while

You may wonder what made me so angry?
Well I suppose I forgot to mention,
My boyfriend was also present in the room
But instead of happy all we felt was tension

An old routine I'm quite sick of
But the only reason for it is me
Knowing this while watching them
Well, it was plain misery

Oh lets play one more guessing game!
Come on, can you guess what I'll do next?
Well I'm going over to my boyfriends house
And I'm going to talk, talk, talk off his head

*Wish me luck, I hope this goes well...
It's actually more complicated than I make it seem

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