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Emotionally InvestedHe slowly fills me in on his life,
Telling me about his losses and confusion.
I long to ease his suffering.
Tears silently fall from my eyes
While he smokes a Marlbro.
He is blind to the here and now
As he shares his painful memories.
Briefly he sees my tears,
Tells me that he's not worth crying over.
He doesn't want to hurt anyone,
Drag them into his unsteady life.
He'd rather be alone,
For he knows that
If she were to say that she wanted to fix them,
He'd take her back in a heartbeat.
He'd welcome her once again into his open arms.
It leaves me torn and concerned,
Leaves me emotionally invested,
I can't tell him,
Because he won't approve,
Doesn't want me falling for him.
But it's a little too late.
I'm already emotionally invested.
You SaidYou say that you want me to move in with you,
That you want me back in your life.
But you're the one who walked out of mine.
How can I believe what you say?
You said that you didn't mean to disappear,
Didn't mean to hurt me.
Yet you did it anyways.
Why would I trust what you've said?
You told me that you still love me,
But when I tell you the same thing,
You don't see how,
When not even five minutes earlier,
You told me
"You don't just stop loving someone."
How can I believe what you tell me,
When you don't believe it yourself?
Yesterday, Today, TomorrowYesterday,
My ex stopped by.
I broke down,
And he saw my tears,
It was almost as if nothing bad happened
As he kissed me for the last time.
Not one song
Can explain how I feel.
Cut and paste
The memories brought to the surface.
I want to cry into a full bathtub
As my speakers play
Songs for the broken-hearted,
And my sweet release
Lets the pain flow freely.
I might regret standing there
For so long,
And letting my vulnerability
Be so exposed.
My heart might start to heal,
My pain may start to dull,
My weaknesses become my strength.
May never come...
Where Is Your Reality?I can feel the bass through my feet.
Lights flash before my eyes
In a blur of color.
Neon clothes and make-up
Glow beneath the black light.
Bodies are being mashed together
In a dancing frenzy.
We hug people we've just met,
And become part of their family
The next weekend.
We all instinctively follow
A short code of conduct;
That make up
Our underground world.
We forget reality
And go by different names.
People recognize one another
By simple pieces of jewelry.
I am Star Burst.
I am a raver.
I am one of thousands.
Where is your reality?
The Wrong Cards Were PlayedOur marriage isn't going to happen
Quite the way we wanted.
Everything has to be put on hold
For a few years,
Because the wrong cards were played.
We have more time to plan things
In more detail,
And we have time to save up.
But I'll be without you
For a few Years
Because the wrong cards were played.
I know everything is left up to fate,
But we also have free will
And the power of choice.
Now I will have to Suffer
Here without you
For a few years
because of your choices
And the wrong cards were played.
A Battle of Extremes(MR. CYNICISM, MS. SINCERE, and DR. PASSION congregate for battle.)DR. PASSION
Where's all the booze, guys? Where's the music? I thought this was supposed to be a party.
This is a battle, not a party, good doctor. You may want to remove your lamp shade so you can be prepared to fight.
I didn't hear anything about no violence at this here get-together-battle-party-what-have-you.
That is the definition of battle: Where two or more parties come together and -
- come together and make a whole lot of excitement between them. See? That's what I'm saying.
I should have anticipated such a gross misinterpretation of the facts, given your appalling track record with regard to such things as facts.
I'm sure it was an honest mistake, a result of a miscommunication. We can all be friends still, right?
Aside from the battle, of course.
I wouldn't have it any other way.<
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