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Listless glistening, with wisps of this whispering,
whispering my history, of steaming shards blistering,
into my skin, cutting out who i was.
You forget... I've bled too...
and i've heard the lip spouting "i'm not untrue!",
and i've learned them untrue, just the same as you.
I've been cut through. just the same as you.
And i've been molested... just the same as you.
So certain cautious actions that happen, make sense,
and presence of body, makes body quite tense.
But minds in a measure, are never afraid,
and so we speak letters, until words are made.
We protrude like rape victims, and poke out of our wall,
and seeing others feeling, makes us feel small.
So we crawl back inside, this cold vessel will hide,
the fact that were magic, like ebb and flow tide.
Sometimes were in rise, reaching out for some love,
Sometimes were in fall, fearing all that distrust.
We felt, when those past lips lastly spat "I love you",
those one's before only said it... they never meant it.
Do you know how it feels to mean "i Love you"?
whispering my history, of steaming shards blistering,
into my skin, cutting out who i was.
You forget... I've bled too...
and i've heard the lip spouting "i'm not untrue!",
and i've learned them untrue, just the same as you.
I've been cut through. just the same as you.
And i've been molested... just the same as you.
So certain cautious actions that happen, make sense,
and presence of body, makes body quite tense.
But minds in a measure, are never afraid,
and so we speak letters, until words are made.
We protrude like rape victims, and poke out of our wall,
and seeing others feeling, makes us feel small.
So we crawl back inside, this cold vessel will hide,
the fact that were magic, like ebb and flow tide.
Sometimes were in rise, reaching out for some love,
Sometimes were in fall, fearing all that distrust.
We felt, when those past lips lastly spat "I love you",
those one's before only said it... they never meant it.
Do you know how it feels to mean "i Love you"?