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I hate it when
Inspired by the 'I hate it when...' game.
I hate it when
Every thought connects back to you
running in circles through my mind
a dying, fading, featherless parrot
a tape recorder on infinite repeat
I hate it when
Your memory drags me to your arms
shoeless, bleeding,
no map, no compass
no exit from this valley
I hate it when
I need you so badly
my own molecules repulse me
chasing after you
in techni-coloured death
I hate it when
You tell me its not love
and I've gone and brought the wrong product
and it says infatuation on the label
and I'm left standing there,
holding the receipt.
I hate it when
Every thought connects back to you
running in circles through my mind
a dying, fading, featherless parrot
a tape recorder on infinite repeat
I hate it when
Your memory drags me to your arms
shoeless, bleeding,
no map, no compass
no exit from this valley
I hate it when
I need you so badly
my own molecules repulse me
chasing after you
in techni-coloured death
I hate it when
You tell me its not love
and I've gone and brought the wrong product
and it says infatuation on the label
and I'm left standing there,
holding the receipt.
Published 27th Apr 2010
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29th Apr 2010 10:36am
This I understand... it doesn't matter how far you've moved on, there will always be a trigger to drag you right back to times you don't want to remember, and then you have to stick yourself back together all over again.
