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Infatuation
I don’t necessarily want to be like you
There are times when you drive me up the wall!
I thought I wanted to be friends with you
I thought that we were something that we we're not
The reason is that I want to be like you, not that I want you
I want to be able to turn my phone over when someone calls
I want to be had a look away and ignore that “ting”
I want to put myself first...
Friday 26th March 2021 2:23 pm
SCAR TISSUE
She sees the sinews of life:
her mental scar tissue.
Purple welts plagued her mind,
from childhood to death.
While we revisit our pasts...
She tended to neglect coincidences
the acts we thought we'd regret
Sketches scored lines on her skin.
And souls exit to the light,
while she skeptically fights.
Tremulous, unable to bite back
with her mental scar tissu...
Tuesday 3rd November 2015 3:55 pm
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