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"unglue" poems
Barnacles begin their lives as free-swimming larvae, ebbing and flowing with the tide.   Most are eaten, some wash ashore, a few survive long enough to attach with freakishly strong glue their minute larvae heads to a final rock- strewn home. There they spend the rest of their lives with feathery feet poking out of a hardened shell, filtering the sea for whatever happens to come within reach. Why the barnacle starts out free and ends up bonded to some god-forsaken rock to alternately dry out and be fed at the whim of the tide is just one of life's many small mysteries. While barnacles are meant to lead a primarily static life human beings are not. We are meant to flow to settle and ground, uproot and travel to seek to speak well and listen better to find meaningful answers. We always have the choice to let go of whatever safe, high ground we're frantically clinging to though it will mean not knowing where we'll ultimately wash ashore. Letting go can feel like being caught in a rip current.   What I know about rip currents: They pluck hapless beachgoers from shore and pull them out to the ocean deep.   If you're caught in one and try swimming back to blessed land you won't make any headway. Eventually you'll grow tired and drown. The only way to survive is to stroke like mad in a totally counterintuitive direction parallel to the solid ground you desperately want to reach until you're out of the narrow river ******* you out to sea. I've decided to unglue my little larvae head from its rocky, self-imposed, falsely-safe perch. Let the current carry me where my feet no longer touch the known. It's up to me to swim in the right direction until I'm free.
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
Barnacles and Rip Tides
Barnacles begin their lives as free-swimming larvae, ebbing and flowing with the tide.   Most are eaten, some wash ashore, a few survive long enough to attach with freakishly strong glue their minute larvae heads to a final rock- strewn home. There they spend the rest of their lives with feathery feet poking out of a hardened shell, filtering the sea for whatever happens to come within reach. Why the barnacle starts out free and ends up bonded to some god-forsaken rock to alternately dry out and be fed at the whim of the tide is just one of life's many small mysteries. While barnacles are meant to lead a primarily static life human beings are not. We are meant to flow to settle and ground, uproot and travel to seek to speak well and listen better to find meaningful answers. We always have the choice to let go of whatever safe, high ground we're frantically clinging to though it will mean not knowing where we'll ultimately wash ashore. Letting go can feel like being caught in a rip current.   What I know about rip currents: They pluck hapless beachgoers from shore and pull them out to the ocean deep.   If you're caught in one and try swimming back to blessed land you won't make any headway. Eventually you'll grow tired and drown. The only way to survive is to stroke like mad in a totally counterintuitive direction parallel to the solid ground you desperately want to reach until you're out of the narrow river ******* you out to sea. I've decided to unglue my little larvae head from its rocky, self-imposed, falsely-safe perch. Let the current carry me where my feet no longer touch the known. It's up to me to swim in the right direction until I'm free.
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I was born to a woman who smoked cigarettes and since I was a child, I tried to inhale blueberries until they stalled my windpipe. My mother taught me that word – windpipe – after she coughed for hours upon hours. I was so happy that day, imagining how I must have swallowed windchimes for the doctors who helped birth me in December’s final snow – how I hoped they believed I sounded pretty, although covered in that sop adults call life juice. Life juice sounds nice but I had known babies who came just as sticky as me and never got to breathe. Windchimes, you know, the things beautiful ladies in ankle-length dresses hang outside, my daddy lived thirteen hours down the interstate and I knew somehow that he owned one. In my dreams, I touched it and pulled on it. I twisted the copper-ends up like my momma’s hair and pretended we were with my dad by some lake where the breezes are heavy enough and I am small enough for them to carry me up, up, and away. Everyone insisted that windpipes are inside while windchimes stay out – I fixed that problem, too. I tried three times to plant chimes in my ears, unglue parts of the skin there from myself to make room for dangly jewelry. A tiny slit was all I needed, but it would not stay open for long and I never got to swing my head pretend I possessed the ability to create music like how God let my momma grow smoke. I never got to exhale.
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Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
windchimes
Shyly curious you smile at me. Tender, delicate I lightly stroke you, friction ridges of long index finger brushing fine hairs to attention. A sensory meeting, pupils contracted, I impress upon your pale skin from the glenohumeral joint to your elbow, Then our mouths align, entwined, Soft lips parted, eyes closed and tasting; Your worldly generous thighs slightly ajar pressed apart by a firm hand, the sensitive multifingered extremity searches out, Reaching for where you’ve been waiting for years. Beautiful, wide-spread in close proximity, Touching and sizzled by that sweet odour from your neck, pleasing the soul, I do not ask for more delight Upon slipping into your wet and woven silk. But you suddenly unglue our lips and ease me back with a firm hand, Your voice articulates a silent pause. There’s a fierce and undeniable attraction here, Tempered as I sit back for a moment, Excited, quiet and praying for nightfall.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
**Patient Love**
I never thought it would be you.                                                      You tossed crumpled maps over your shoulder                                                                                     waiting for me to unglue my                                                                                                   eyes from the steady                                                                                                                        compass.                                                                You leapt from stone to stone and branch                                                                                 to branch while I tiptoed across                                                                                                the rocks careful not to                                                                                                                                  slip.                                                       You filled every hour with chance and opened                                                                      your arms to uncertainty while I held                                                                               mine close in case the breath ran                                                                                                                                  out. You thought it could be me. You helped me play in the morning light without looking over my shoulder for the darkening sky. You gently led me to mountainous cliffs with views that almost made me forget I could fall. You drank my worry like fresh water instead of the bitter poison I thought was my burden.                                 You tossed the map and I can't find the compass                                               and it couldn't be you but there                                                        in the middle of your                                                              palm lies my                                                                    north.
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Compass
I never thought it would be you.                                                      You tossed crumpled maps over your shoulder                                                                                     waiting for me to unglue my                                                                                                   eyes from the steady                                                                                                                        compass.                                                                You leapt from stone to stone and branch                                                                                 to branch while I tiptoed across                                                                                                the rocks careful not to                                                                                                                                  slip.                                                       You filled every hour with chance and opened                                                                      your arms to uncertainty while I held                                                                               mine close in case the breath ran                                                                                                                                  out. You thought it could be me. You helped me play in the morning light without looking over my shoulder for the darkening sky. You gently led me to mountainous cliffs with views that almost made me forget I could fall. You drank my worry like fresh water instead of the bitter poison I thought was my burden.                                 You tossed the map and I can't find the compass                                               and it couldn't be you but there                                                        in the middle of your                                                              palm lies my                                                                    north.
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Calculated or spontaneous movements, both quiet and loud We are who we're becoming, we were born to be proud But pride has this level, pride has this curse Pride has this tendency of making matters worse Pride is crucial and necessary, but pride causes pain Pride is fear of losing one's edge and in turn losing potential for gain But do we really have an edge, or just a lackluster illusion? What's this feeling that keeps us inside this self-securing dellusion? Sometimes I wonder if just for a day, I took all my pride and threw it away? If I said all the words I've ever thought to say, would I see things start to go my way? If I stopped telling myself the world can't see me without a mask Creating a vision of openness, while leaving vulnerability all in the past While I'm strong, and strongly convicted to my honesty I'd rather lie wholeheartedly, than admit I feel weak Because remember that word, that strange hovering boulder That tells you to take your welcoming heart, and make it turn colder But what can we say when pride keeps us safe? Really what can we do? Whenever I've tried to push it aside, I've felt things that felt together unglue If the stakes don't matter than prides not a factor, we know what to bring Yet we'll sit where we are, afraid to move for anything worth anything I'm hoping one day, I find a new way to keep my soul safe That I'll stay proud of who I am but not too proud to try That I’ll look back to how I used to hold back and I'll be laughing I'm starting to have faith, stranger things have happened
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Pride
Calculated or spontaneous movements, both quiet and loud We are who we're becoming, we were born to be proud But pride has this level, pride has this curse Pride has this tendency of making matters worse Pride is crucial and necessary, but pride causes pain Pride is fear of losing one's edge and in turn losing potential for gain But do we really have an edge, or just a lackluster illusion? What's this feeling that keeps us inside this self-securing dellusion? Sometimes I wonder if just for a day, I took all my pride and threw it away? If I said all the words I've ever thought to say, would I see things start to go my way? If I stopped telling myself the world can't see me without a mask Creating a vision of openness, while leaving vulnerability all in the past While I'm strong, and strongly convicted to my honesty I'd rather lie wholeheartedly, than admit I feel weak Because remember that word, that strange hovering boulder That tells you to take your welcoming heart, and make it turn colder But what can we say when pride keeps us safe? Really what can we do? Whenever I've tried to push it aside, I've felt things that felt together unglue If the stakes don't matter than prides not a factor, we know what to bring Yet we'll sit where we are, afraid to move for anything worth anything I'm hoping one day, I find a new way to keep my soul safe That I'll stay proud of who I am but not too proud to try That I’ll look back to how I used to hold back and I'll be laughing I'm starting to have faith, stranger things have happened
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There were times when I dont know who I am because I love to pretend There were times when I am down but I stayed up so you can mend There were times when I want to talk drama but I masked my pain For you not to worry, in your reality you'll remain There were times when I'm breaking in two but stayed whole for you There were times when tears will rip me apart But smile and pleasantries I'll impart There were times when I feel I have to have you But told myself from you I will unglue I don't want to pretend anymore, Talk to me and hide no more Let me hear the final word Even if it will pierce like a double-edged sword.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
Untitled
8/11/2016 i want something electric, so vivid and blinding that it leaves an imprint in my vision like walking into a dark room after being in the sun i want passion so rare it leaves me foraging for whatever's left of me by the time you're gone i want to speed down the coastline [evolved yet unchanged] i don't know how to unglue myself from what you are maybe i'll keep giving into the callousness in my heart that's been growing like a cancer since the first betrayal you've used those lines before they're carved in me with lingering pains that things are an illusion and i'm here to boost your ego i've played this game long enough to know who the bad guys are but what if i'm the bad guy for escaping something stable and unwavering for a toxic replacement [albeit you're pretty easy on the eyes] teeter-tottering between saying something and actually doing it my soul on a string like a tether ball where the players are you versus everyone else and you say one thing one tiny, insincere affirmation my mind goes around the pole in circles until it's completely wrapped around the edges the way you have me singled around your rough fingers creating knots out of my insides yet all of your red flags fly violently so i swing the other direction loosening at the peak before you come back around and hold me like a child again a vicious cycle dangling a dangerous scenario in front of me like an animal eyeing food until it's clawing at your leg to rip it from your hands with their bare teeth even in my fair share of evenings i was better off not having, you're miles ahead pretending to be big kids an adult's world and my mind goes miles a minute at the thoughts you're not helping slow it down you are no more an animal than i
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
vivacity
8/11/2016 i want something electric, so vivid and blinding that it leaves an imprint in my vision like walking into a dark room after being in the sun i want passion so rare it leaves me foraging for whatever's left of me by the time you're gone i want to speed down the coastline [evolved yet unchanged] i don't know how to unglue myself from what you are maybe i'll keep giving into the callousness in my heart that's been growing like a cancer since the first betrayal you've used those lines before they're carved in me with lingering pains that things are an illusion and i'm here to boost your ego i've played this game long enough to know who the bad guys are but what if i'm the bad guy for escaping something stable and unwavering for a toxic replacement [albeit you're pretty easy on the eyes] teeter-tottering between saying something and actually doing it my soul on a string like a tether ball where the players are you versus everyone else and you say one thing one tiny, insincere affirmation my mind goes around the pole in circles until it's completely wrapped around the edges the way you have me singled around your rough fingers creating knots out of my insides yet all of your red flags fly violently so i swing the other direction loosening at the peak before you come back around and hold me like a child again a vicious cycle dangling a dangerous scenario in front of me like an animal eyeing food until it's clawing at your leg to rip it from your hands with their bare teeth even in my fair share of evenings i was better off not having, you're miles ahead pretending to be big kids an adult's world and my mind goes miles a minute at the thoughts you're not helping slow it down you are no more an animal than i
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My Love does not come from you It is given in spite I will love you always no matter what our plight You have no control over me no actions can undo you I must Love you forever Even if your feelings unglue I must forgive I must give my whole I cannot stop I understand my role
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
Unconditional love
Nothing beats the moment when you discover that someone you love Doesn’t love you back Felt by anyone who has ever been angry with the sky Or any man that gets attached to hired *** Any snot-nose whose parent or puppy never looks back Any loser who can’t unglue his gaze from a return to sender stamp Reading an old poem can be like Calling up an ancient girlfriend I can’t Believe I wrote you No more affection; at least the feeling is mutual I tend to throw myself fully into things, making commitments Passion, they call it I feel more like a drunken hockey player bruising himself against the boards Any love I harbor dries in silhouette of unread poetry My words will one day hollow As my body spirit follows But sometimes Ink sinks And paper lives longer than bones I remember everything anyone ever said to me
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Apr 3, 2011
Apr 3, 2011 at 3:32 PM UTC
90. Bones 4/3/11
You linger in my minds forest like the smell of night Jasmine, The smoking embers of our passion are there entombed, Lumpy Charcoal feelings choking like a smokers last breath, Winding up my wild cerebrum as if a trebuchet. I wish my aim to be true, To exhale Cupid as all my stupid, arrowed words unglue, They fade to watermarks on cue. Passing through the tapestry of our dyed dying friendship, Before the emotionproof ark of my heart comes to rescue? This trip is in vein, my pulse the reins of a galloping aorta They abdicate their royal virtues my eyes I lay marooned by your smiles and sighs and thighs My pride preserved, Pimentoed by the luminous unfoiling of your hips. The bite of your ripened lips, recoil my courage like bungie cord And your words are like spring
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
Your words are like spring
***sandpaper reflects our damages radio stations weave eternity into sound bytes yet one bite is enough to give you rabies so back the F@$! up and listen to your luck allow for music to flow effortlessly unglue yourself from the tragic and stuck energy i am logic forging itself in a fire of shiny metals petals of diamonds remind us of collapsing realities undiscovered colors and passages out of this dimension into etheric waters surface temperatures are rising like lightning from the ground up find trees to hug jumping from knees to feet and hands to mouth round them up and get out fast sound is music infinite tunes dancing fumes of vaporous intent sent from heaven let me at them remind me of the sediment and the contract we signed before dying high as a waterlily proud as a wasp rested and assured of our death your sentence is fragrant like a vagrant stamped with burning jettison turning reticent hesitant to accept this love as gifts from above rub our souls and polish our hearts i am tired of these games training wheels may save lives but a hundred miles later she ate her last waiter sore as a dancer with a heart of a champion our uncles were dandelions sired in springtime’s basement i choose medicine not this heady nonsense resume your poetry and abuse yourself not me***
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
undiscovered colors
tired of looking at you and feeling my heart leave my chest as it grew tired of looking at you and wondering if you look at me too tired of looking at you and seeing a future that will never be true tired of looking at you and not being able to power through tired of looking at you and feeling myself unglue tired of looking at you because i never get tired of looking at you
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
looking at you
My Love does not come from you It is given in spite I will love you always no matter what our plight You have no control over me no actions can undo you I must Love you forever Even if your feelings unglue I must forgive I must give my whole I cannot stop I understand my role
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 8:50 PM UTC
Unconditional
In my dream, I saw you in the eye of my stormy mind. You heard my music but its reality made you blind, Like justice holding my heart and happiness in your hands. I held out mine but felt it slip away like the sand. Sands of time, its fleeting grasp left me floating like a wasp with a bite but no sting. You were so kind to treat me like a king. Wrapping me in a cocoon of your love and honesty. Honestly I'm giving you wings. Because your my angel playing my taut heart strings. Nightingales song serenading me back through the dream warp. Your touch is too warm as you pull me back to you. Your fire making me unglue, undo into pieces
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
Love through the eyes of nature
You and I wear the same shoe Can't you get the clue I want to unglue My shoe Cause you're nothing But a crushing dream I can see mu dreams But something is coverin' my screams What does that mean You don't want me To be Somebody So, that's why lately We've been partying Cuz that's what you're doing But fooling And everyone knows How this goes You put your toes On my episodes Cuz you're a distraction In that's how everything happens Cuz you practice Distraction Though that you were suppose To help me keep my toes To reach my dreams But it seems That you keep me Anyways
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
Influence (By:D.E.T)
If I could not think, Then I cannot be, Yet I'm past the brink Of reality. I wander on plains That somehow sustain, But what I perceive, You'd never believe To ever be true Or part of this world. Your mind would unglue And become unfurled To the realms most eyes never see Or accept as reality.
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
A Sonnet for the Apples of my Eyes
snow has to unglue her face, to uplift from a blanket. as she's coming around...I regret I forgot to check in on her. though temporary whiteness has come to be measurable.
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Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 5:58 AM UTC
Come to be Measurable
HP is stuck again. I am stuck. I await her to unglue with baited breath for what I can do what I might say **** I am just dumb lonely in love with a poetry site I'd like to have her one night all of her love her like a lion but she keeps amissing goes off on forays to where I don't know I am the lion awaiting her return feed me Hp my lioness
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
feed me HP
knock knock knock oh come in for a nibble for a drink there’s so much i have to tell you do you remember me? i saw your old car the other day it will always belong to you i couldn’t unglue my eyes from the number plate almost as if i saw a ghost it pained me to look away almost worth crashing for let’s have a cup of cocoa and a piece of dark chocolate and finally catch up you can’t hear me can you? here, let me hold your hand maybe you will understand oh, just like that you’ve disappeared into ash i don’t think you were real just a fond yet painful memory
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Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 2:44 AM UTC
Knock
Finally, my eyes unglue from the night and the light seeps through like a sad song. and it was not so long ago when I knew it all, but even angels fall and I've never been one of them, so unglued I fuse, replaced to face a Sunday which plays a background symphony, Mahler's number five and that Summer composition makes me glad to be alive. watching geese flying in formation, to a southern destination nature's perfect way of saying, have a perfect day
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
While the beans roast
Go Away Love Love, oh love, where do I start You mislead me, you abused me You trick me into your devilish lies You give me a false sense of hope Because every time I talk I feel I am getting closer But I am actually drifting farther apart Driving a deep wedge from our love Why do I bother trying Why do I ever love A plastic heart that contributes nothing More manipulative than the best lawyer Because when my hopes are high They go sinking down the drain I can’t give up the fight When I need to give up the fight Fight or flight, I just wanna fly away This game is too insane Everyday your obsessed with the same person Your eyes glued when you want to unglue them Go away love Go away every lonely night Crying into my pillow Thinking obsessively about them But they won’t answer Every moment cherish To make an impression But impressions won’t be enough You know they don’t care Despite how hard you try to forget But you are too determined But you just need to forget about it all Forget about them But love attracts to you like a magnet Every suction sticks When I want it to unstick What is it so attracting? Why do I want to come back for more? When I know I will fail Fall head first with no cushion I try to go with the flow Try to be myself But nothing will work Nothing will fit The puzzle pieces won’t match Go away love Your worth nothing to me You lied you cheated you played me You used me as your punching bag You use me as your test object Too see how we will react To the rejection To the thought of failure I am onto your ***** tricks I know what you want to see is failure Why do you want to see me fall Why am I test subject I am human too I need love too I don’t wanna dable and go I desire the same affection Yet my heart is the greatest liar My heart is the greatest sinner Everyday it tries to pull me in the wrong direction Why do I have to suffer this force I just need to let go But I can’t let go Everything falls down like a broken cliff Thinking and shaking Staring into your eyes Awedropped But knowing That my goal is impossible My standards set And knowing I can’t meet those When my heart tricks me I can Is why I spend my nights Looking at sad comics Thinking I will be lonely forever Mind manipulates me Guess my mind is a sinner too My whole body becomes Pinocchio Lying that I can do this That I can receive love From someone that my heart connects too But they don’t connect back So I just wanna let go “No don’t let go” “There is always a chance” “The odds may work out” But they never work out They always come back to haunt me So let’s face reality My love won’t love me back So all I have to say is Go away love
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
Go Away Love
Go Away Love Love, oh love, where do I start You mislead me, you abused me You trick me into your devilish lies You give me a false sense of hope Because every time I talk I feel I am getting closer But I am actually drifting farther apart Driving a deep wedge from our love Why do I bother trying Why do I ever love A plastic heart that contributes nothing More manipulative than the best lawyer Because when my hopes are high They go sinking down the drain I can’t give up the fight When I need to give up the fight Fight or flight, I just wanna fly away This game is too insane Everyday your obsessed with the same person Your eyes glued when you want to unglue them Go away love Go away every lonely night Crying into my pillow Thinking obsessively about them But they won’t answer Every moment cherish To make an impression But impressions won’t be enough You know they don’t care Despite how hard you try to forget But you are too determined But you just need to forget about it all Forget about them But love attracts to you like a magnet Every suction sticks When I want it to unstick What is it so attracting? Why do I want to come back for more? When I know I will fail Fall head first with no cushion I try to go with the flow Try to be myself But nothing will work Nothing will fit The puzzle pieces won’t match Go away love Your worth nothing to me You lied you cheated you played me You used me as your punching bag You use me as your test object Too see how we will react To the rejection To the thought of failure I am onto your ***** tricks I know what you want to see is failure Why do you want to see me fall Why am I test subject I am human too I need love too I don’t wanna dable and go I desire the same affection Yet my heart is the greatest liar My heart is the greatest sinner Everyday it tries to pull me in the wrong direction Why do I have to suffer this force I just need to let go But I can’t let go Everything falls down like a broken cliff Thinking and shaking Staring into your eyes Awedropped But knowing That my goal is impossible My standards set And knowing I can’t meet those When my heart tricks me I can Is why I spend my nights Looking at sad comics Thinking I will be lonely forever Mind manipulates me Guess my mind is a sinner too My whole body becomes Pinocchio Lying that I can do this That I can receive love From someone that my heart connects too But they don’t connect back So I just wanna let go “No don’t let go” “There is always a chance” “The odds may work out” But they never work out They always come back to haunt me So let’s face reality My love won’t love me back So all I have to say is Go away love
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