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I was cold, you made a fire.
The logs crackled like applause
while you played your guitar
and sang to me songs of love
of broken roads and crossed stars;
with every note I loved you more.
You brought me flowers-
no, in my mind you did,
and that was all that really mattered.
I kept them pressed neatly
between Byron, Keats, and Shelly
and the lines that made up you.
You said that you had always loved me
and that I was the only one,
but I didn't really listen,
I only heard what I wanted
instead of what was important,
your use of past tense regarding me.
I was wrong, I was wrong,
I made you grander than what you are.
I built you up in my mind.
I hid your flaws in the shadows
and let the rest of you shine far too brightly.
I saw exactly what I wanted to see.
I was wrong to make more of you
than what was really there,
but my heart believed in the mirage.
That song you sang to me
has turned to ashes in my ears.
It's my fault for trusting you.
The petals wilted upon reflection,
and in this harsh new light
all the words I used to love
are now an empty page.
You are not a song,
you are not a sonnet,
you are just a man
and I was wrong
but I believed in you.
The logs crackled like applause
while you played your guitar
and sang to me songs of love
of broken roads and crossed stars;
with every note I loved you more.
You brought me flowers-
no, in my mind you did,
and that was all that really mattered.
I kept them pressed neatly
between Byron, Keats, and Shelly
and the lines that made up you.
You said that you had always loved me
and that I was the only one,
but I didn't really listen,
I only heard what I wanted
instead of what was important,
your use of past tense regarding me.
I was wrong, I was wrong,
I made you grander than what you are.
I built you up in my mind.
I hid your flaws in the shadows
and let the rest of you shine far too brightly.
I saw exactly what I wanted to see.
I was wrong to make more of you
than what was really there,
but my heart believed in the mirage.
That song you sang to me
has turned to ashes in my ears.
It's my fault for trusting you.
The petals wilted upon reflection,
and in this harsh new light
all the words I used to love
are now an empty page.
You are not a song,
you are not a sonnet,
you are just a man
and I was wrong
but I believed in you.
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I've misplaced all the
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No thing is safe
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rough stitched fabric
of my universe.A few weeks ago,
a pair of rose colored
rabbit-shaped earrings
went missing.
They must have scampered away
from my bedside table
as I slept.and yesterday too my class ring,
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carved into its metal side,
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(Howl into my ear;
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I want to tickle my cheeks with your goose bumps.
Let me count the bruises and the cuts.I'll bless them with names;
I'll lick away the blood stains.
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I was wrong to make more of you
than what was really there,
but my heart believed in the mirage.
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than what was really there,
but my heart believed in the mirage.
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Except for the context provided by the first line, I would have thought this could have been about a religious figure/cult leader/prophet. It is, to a great extent, a flaw in humanity that attraction is neither decidable nor rational under normal circumstances. One day, perhaps, our ability to see things will become deeper than two or three dimensions. Until then, at least there is art.