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Awake, jarred, I reorient myself.
The panic subsides. The dream melts away.
I shake the sleep from my head, rub it from my eyes.
It settles on me like clouds of dust, disperesed enough, short of a whole, but the weight remains.
Pieced back together, still short.
The parts don't add up, but instead, they hint at every possibility, they advertise nothing but how much is missing.
I miss waking up too drunk to remember anything.
I had bliss in knowing how little I knew.
Now I love just enough to know I want more,
till I'm full of Kim and everything I love.
I hate that I know, know I'll fall short, that I am less than what I could be
I have squandered myself and now she sees the potential, but not the condition.
I love that I love, and I hate that I love.
I love the hate to make it less painful, less true.
She loves me. I love her.
I hate that my love will trade for far less,
She loves what I am, bought on margin.
The panic subsides. The dream melts away.
I shake the sleep from my head, rub it from my eyes.
It settles on me like clouds of dust, disperesed enough, short of a whole, but the weight remains.
Pieced back together, still short.
The parts don't add up, but instead, they hint at every possibility, they advertise nothing but how much is missing.
I miss waking up too drunk to remember anything.
I had bliss in knowing how little I knew.
Now I love just enough to know I want more,
till I'm full of Kim and everything I love.
I hate that I know, know I'll fall short, that I am less than what I could be
I have squandered myself and now she sees the potential, but not the condition.
I love that I love, and I hate that I love.
I love the hate to make it less painful, less true.
She loves me. I love her.
I hate that my love will trade for far less,
She loves what I am, bought on margin.