I'm dragging exteriors
into interiors.
[let's etch this scar in too far,
i want a reminder of this fear]
It's a round a bout way of
ripping tatters and thoughts of
things-i-should-have-been.
[cause i can't deal with not being
what i think i should be.
no, not really.]
I am in flux,
I am not the concrete they need,
not the daughter they want.
[not concrete, just a lumpy mess
jumbled with bones and briars.]















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And I like the wordplay (it's confusing, but wordplay isn't always my thing). The ending is good, too.
i don't think it's really working. i don't know. i want to wordplay again, like i did with and the rose is blooming and lost at sea.
i don't know. ah. yeah, and true. but ah well.
--
.I can't untangle what I feel and what would matter most.
And I'm not proud that nothing will seem easy about me.
Now there's just no point in reaching out for you..
--
"The best lack all conviction; while the worst are full of passionate intensity"
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"The best lack all conviction; while the worst are full of passionate intensity"
--
how many times
must I tell you
whatever blossoms
is rooted in the dark.
-Ed Ochester, The Muse, Unreconstructed.
--
.I can't untangle what I feel and what would matter most.
And I'm not proud that nothing will seem easy about me.
Now there's just no point in reaching out for you..
--
.I can't untangle what I feel and what would matter most.
And I'm not proud that nothing will seem easy about me.
Now there's just no point in reaching out for you..
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