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i.
All she wanted was
approval
acceptance
attention
affection
acknowledgement
to be
a part
instead
she's always
apart
ii.
schism
of emotional masochism
amidst the other prisms
of individualism
iii.
how erotic
it is
to pick
apart
the ticking
mechanism
of your mind
iv.
My heart
beaten
against a wall
poured out
and scrambled
at your feet
v.
i'm tired
of the
all consuming
all or nothing
do or die thing
vi.
I numb the pain
with fun
and soon
become
also numb
to fun
vii.
an angel on the outside
a devil at the wheel
tumultuous inside
torn apart by how I feel
viii.
I can't be
everything and everywhere
for everyone
and when I need
something
for me
I mostly get
none
ix.
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
it's all or nothing
and I'm never enough
x.
I've been
understanding
of your demanding
reaching grasping
grabbing
but all you do
is bring me down
xi.
my heart aching
mind racing
always contemplating
debating
on what it is
I should do
xii.
I have more
affection
for my complexion
in a window
rather than a mirror
disconnected projections
minimize imperfections
...
or so it would appear
xiii.
I'm crashing down
from heights
too unstable to maintain
feeding a hunger
too voracious to sustain
ill-timed demise
of what I once
thought wise
xiv.
I seek those
with skeletons
of their own
but
find only those
who fear the
rattle of bones
.
.
.
i.
All she wanted was
approval
acceptance
attention
affection
acknowledgement
to be
a part
instead
she's always
apart
ii.
schism
of emotional masochism
amidst the other prisms
of individualism
iii.
how erotic
it is
to pick
apart
the ticking
mechanism
of your mind
iv.
My heart
beaten
against a wall
poured out
and scrambled
at your feet
v.
i'm tired
of the
all consuming
all or nothing
do or die thing
vi.
I numb the pain
with fun
and soon
become
also numb
to fun
vii.
an angel on the outside
a devil at the wheel
tumultuous inside
torn apart by how I feel
viii.
I can't be
everything and everywhere
for everyone
and when I need
something
for me
I mostly get
none
ix.
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
it's all or nothing
and I'm never enough
x.
I've been
understanding
of your demanding
reaching grasping
grabbing
but all you do
is bring me down
xi.
my heart aching
mind racing
always contemplating
debating
on what it is
I should do
xii.
I have more
affection
for my complexion
in a window
rather than a mirror
disconnected projections
minimize imperfections
...
or so it would appear
xiii.
I'm crashing down
from heights
too unstable to maintain
feeding a hunger
too voracious to sustain
ill-timed demise
of what I once
thought wise
xiv.
I seek those
with skeletons
of their own
but
find only those
who fear the
rattle of bones
.
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