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12 years ago
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I'll be damned if I don't read the book you lent me
And no, I won't give it back until I have
I'll be damned if your soft lips never meet mine again
And no, I won't forget about you when they haven't
And no, I've never forgotten about you
And no, nobody took your place, not even for a second
And no, I'm not done giving you my best
And why, why are things always so damned complicated?
Why do feelings enter my mind, which are out of my control?
Why do I ever look at you with jealous eyes? (Jealousy is awful, isn't it?)
Why can't our souls find peace and solace in one-another - unconditionally?
Are there always conditions?
Do I impose these conditions?
Do I desire what's simply out of my grasp?
(Of course not. My grasp is only a construct. Nothing is within or without of my grasp - only another intricate being attempting to reconcile her feelings for another fragile being)
Why are these feelings bound to a set of physical limitations and rules?
I only hope that you read this.
You know, I do read all of your poems.
And I have for quite some time.
I want nothing more than for you to possess me
Is that wrong?
If you possessed me, and only me, I would be yours for as long as possible.
Why is he then a construct in my head?
Why have I built him up to be anything at all?
Why is everything in my damned head some sort of multi-faceted construct created from analysis, designed for analysis?
Why do I try to fit these constructs into one-another, and draw overall meaning from every single thing?
Can I make it stop?
Please?
I'm tired of working on this damned puzzle in my mind. Won't somebody spell it out for me?
Of course not, that's childish-
I've made choices with a deliberate lack of thought.
To think that my carelessness would keep you up at night,
crawl around in the confines of your mind, pacing and leering at you.
To think that I had done something to really hurt you.
It makes me nauseous.
Are these storms come-to-pass?
I hope so, very much so.
I can feel cool air rushing, thunderheads gathering
I wish to view it all, with my fingers laced between yours
I want nothing more
And no, I won't give it back until I have
I'll be damned if your soft lips never meet mine again
And no, I won't forget about you when they haven't
And no, I've never forgotten about you
And no, nobody took your place, not even for a second
And no, I'm not done giving you my best
And why, why are things always so damned complicated?
Why do feelings enter my mind, which are out of my control?
Why do I ever look at you with jealous eyes? (Jealousy is awful, isn't it?)
Why can't our souls find peace and solace in one-another - unconditionally?
Are there always conditions?
Do I impose these conditions?
Do I desire what's simply out of my grasp?
(Of course not. My grasp is only a construct. Nothing is within or without of my grasp - only another intricate being attempting to reconcile her feelings for another fragile being)
Why are these feelings bound to a set of physical limitations and rules?
I only hope that you read this.
You know, I do read all of your poems.
And I have for quite some time.
I want nothing more than for you to possess me
Is that wrong?
If you possessed me, and only me, I would be yours for as long as possible.
Why is he then a construct in my head?
Why have I built him up to be anything at all?
Why is everything in my damned head some sort of multi-faceted construct created from analysis, designed for analysis?
Why do I try to fit these constructs into one-another, and draw overall meaning from every single thing?
Can I make it stop?
Please?
I'm tired of working on this damned puzzle in my mind. Won't somebody spell it out for me?
Of course not, that's childish-
I've made choices with a deliberate lack of thought.
To think that my carelessness would keep you up at night,
crawl around in the confines of your mind, pacing and leering at you.
To think that I had done something to really hurt you.
It makes me nauseous.
Are these storms come-to-pass?
I hope so, very much so.
I can feel cool air rushing, thunderheads gathering
I wish to view it all, with my fingers laced between yours
I want nothing more
