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Mar 24, 2006 21:59

i get more fucked up every day
in every way
with every word i say
i trip on thoughts,
i stumble and fall
without you here to catch me
i just break upon the floor
like glass against a steel door
i guess it's hopeless to be romantic
these girls want money
not lovey semantics
but for every guy that's just skin deep
without care and feelings, just boid beneath
you know there's a few dozen more
who can love you, treat you, open doors
do those things that few men do
be someone who doesn't need to fuck and screw
it's so sad we have to wait
the potential of our love is great
slowly feelings, they subside
rush in and out, just like the tide
i cut myself on a promise i broke for you:
to not fall in love because of what it could do
but how could i stop an angel sent from above
to save me from what i could have become?
a madman flailing, kicking, and screaming,
never closing his eyes, never stopping and dreaming.

i wrote this who knows how long ago and stumbled upon it this evening. i really liked it, especially the "i cut myself on a promise i broke for you" part. let me know what you think, much love.
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