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The Reason for LiesYour pointed question pokes at my chest,
Pawing for an answer that will bend your lips.
I could check my head for a lie that's sure to please you
And hope that guilt doesn't get me in the end,
Since all you really want is my agreement.
I know I'd get away, but how far could I run
Before your eyes showed up in my head again?
And how long could I live, knowing I made you smile
With a twisted truth so easily forged?
"At least I'd make you happy"... I tell myself.
Because as long as you stay unaware of this,
Nothing I say can ever hurt you.
So it's very important that you never find out,
For as soon as you question me, all these lies start to burn.
Option #2You're my backup plan if option one fails,
My go-to number two when everything tumbles
Out of my hands and I can't get a hold on life.
You're my escape route that I talk to
When my highway is not so high anymore,
And I often wonder:
Am I also your option two?
InsideI have OCD and suffer from cleanliness,
But only when in public.
I'm a natural slob, but you'd never know it,
Because I hide everything under my bed.
I'm self conscious of my things.
I don't want to be judged for how big my head is,
And it bothers me when you call me smart,
Perfect, too good, over-achiever, try-hard, good person.
I try, but don't succeed in perfection,
So stop bombarding me with compliments
That I have no clue how to answer,
Because I'm just as bad as you
And everyone knows you're not perfect either.
I have EHD, excessive heat disorder,
But only when it's hot or I need something to talk about.
I made that up, to sound unique, interesting,
Because people are more concerned with
What's wrong with me, than what's special
About who I am, what I do, what I love.
I have feelings, too many I think-
Emotions so out of control, I give off whiplash,
Even when I'm not cursed with PMS.
I cry when I'm happy, when I laugh
And I cry when I'm miserable...sometimes.
People say you're t
Who Carries Your WeightMy head bends over my body, and
Hair sways in front of my face
Like a clock pendulum, back and forth.
This hooded head is soaked
With the smell of damp earth;
And if I were to sneeze,
The wind would close my eyes.
My chest is folded over an empty stomach,
Creasing my middle, and
Stretching shallow skin tighter.
Fragile hands retreat into their pockets,
Nails dig into palms, balling into fists.
The pavement is pumice
To my exposed heels, a rip in my sole
From dragging along cold ground.
Moist eyes breathe in the air,
Looking alive with the scent of sunless skies
Dancing across my face.
The landscape is a sink,
Where the rusty faucet drips,
Filling dimples in the dented bowl.
I am the one who catches, carries
This falling rain, so everyone
With a lazy back can watch me
And be grateful that I'm living
Because, behind me I pull
A wagon filled with their weight.
ExperienceI don't want sleep
To make me forget
What you did,
Even when you
Could almost close
In that instant.
I don't want to cry
Myself to sleep,
Hating you for
That was also
I don't want to
And have to hope
That super glue
My smile on.
I don't want to forget
That made me say
Is what gives me
Something to learn from.
Ever TrulyYou'd have to slit my throat and kill me,
Detaching my head from its enabled body,
To spill my thoughts and experience my dream world.
Only then could you ever truly paint
With all the pigments of my imagination to recreate
My fantasies and bind them in a book to finally read my mind.
You'd have to take a saw to my chest and cut me open,
Separating skin and bones from my soul,
To hear the broken beat and know my heart.
Only then could you ever truly see
The imperfection that is my genetic makeup
When all you've ever known is my flawlessness.
You'd have to crush my hands and smash my fingers,
Unbuttoning my joints, keeping these capable palms
From my will, never again to get a hold on my thoughts.
Only then could you ever truly feel
The empty weight of your hands hanging at your sides,
Knowing that mine no longer carry emotion.
You'd have to break my legs and unscrew my feet,
Leaving me without means of escape, so I could lay on my back
Forever, searching for lightless points on your po
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