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I Give Up TryingYour act is so typical,More Like This
But it's not like you to be so metaphorical,
You're speaking in riddles and rhymes.
I give up trying to listen.
Even when you're fully clothed,
You feel shamefully exposed.
It's exactly like you to stand so accused,
But it wasn't you who was used.
I give up trying to figure it out.
Excuse me, I have a date with confusion,
Oh, you got me a free ticket for a fate with delusion?
That's so kind!
Even when you're fully clothed,
You feel shamefully exposed.
It's exactly like you to stand so accused,
But it wasn't you who was used.
I give up trying to figure it out.
Your act is so typical,
But it's not like
the stages of being alonei.More Like This
she pulls your glasses away and
you question her with your eyes
you think she could almost find you perfect
if she subtracted the parts that seem wrong,
when in reality she thinks you’ll find her beautiful
if you’re blind enough.
ii.
it started with a vanilla breeze.
that made her think of almost winter and almost loves
and warm skin on skin beneath sweaters,
that felt like standing twenty feet above the ground
and being scared of heights.
iii.
the structure of her cheekbones
and bright eyes were always lost
in a smile
but you tore the petals off flowers
and showed her life;
a worn out stem
standing out among
PhilosophicalI'm out of sorts and out of touch.More Like This
Out of sync and out of rhyme
Out of mind and out of time.
Do you notice the minutes ticking away?
Do you notice the incoming Inferno?
No you don't.
You waste your time.
Reading.
This.
Poem.
I single you out because there's more for us to be doing.
Writing and reading are over-rated.
So is education and sex.
Yet we still do it.
Why?
Maybe because it takes our minds off the impending doom.
It helps us focus on the future without being overly dramatic.
LIfe is unpredictable.
It throws us a curveball and we swing at it.
We miss - Life goes on. We wonder what could have happened if we never mis
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