Part of me demands to be more clingy
To hold on to everything that might someday flee from me
To grasp and hold fast, tight, to my entire world; it can't last
The other part wants to run away
And this is the more familiar feeling.
To force forgetfulness: the truth, yesterday, the confrontation, the negotiations, the sickening sense of knowing that
When you push, and push, and push...
You can't arrange punctuation or the thoughts in your own head.
I just want to be loved, instead!
And what right do they have, to interfere, to wonder
And to bumble into a blunder of such epic proportions
Playing catch-and-release with my heart
Fragile is not a synonym for volatile, this is true
But when all is shattered (or exploded)
I'd still rather be with you.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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