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 Aug 2013 Kimberly Clemens
Morgan
I've always been bad at biting my tongue
Since I was little everything seems
to make its way past my teeth and my gums
I think I've just always imagined the sting
of rejection can't be as miserable as the
tired agony of prolonged uncertainty
*This time I'm not so sure
people are always changing walls
                   new paint
                            wall paper
                            filling holes
                            knocking them down
walls would be so self conscious
    no one likes them
    the way they are
random thoughts
 Aug 2013 Kimberly Clemens
Morgan
Unfortunately, yes
There are people who have malice
oozing from their tongues
They'll go out of their way
to drag you in just so that they
could hang your head on their wall
like an other trophy for the pain they've caused
But they're not the ones who cut the deepest
There's an agony much stronger than anything
they can manipulate or produce
The agony that comes from the good intentioned
one who really thought he could love you
but fell short somewhere along the way
That's the deepest, most sincere of all the pain
You will hurt until your bones are exhausted
at the hands of a lover who found
himself in over his head
just a little too late
How can you admit to someone you love them
When you can barely admit it to you
This love you so adamantly condemn
That won't disappear no matter what you do
No matter what you say no matter what you think
This love stays solid and never grows weak
You tell yourself it's gone you tell yourself it's over
That the beauty has disappeared from the eye of the beholder
But this is not true and you know it quite well
That feeling like you are under a spell
The spell of their laugh, the spell of their smile
The spell of their personality that makes life worthwhile
You love them, you love them, stop denying this fact
Start living it and now start planning your attack:
I love you, I love you—these three simple words
Consume my thoughts; control my world
I wish I could be strong and that I could believe
That you would say yes, that you could love me
But I am not strong, not in that regard
So I shall keep these feelings, these thoughts locked inside my heart.
tell me, how does the ocean know when to stop?
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