A whole sea of words I had for You,
but I am aware
I am wasting my time.
Will stand just a tad. Meditate.
Turn around. Walk away.
I wont knock anymore.
I can't write how much
and say how hard
I can only wait
Until all of this will fit in me
And will stop ripping me apart
I breath. Deeply.
Privy
I know a hundred and eleven ways
to repress tears
And two hundred and eighty tricks
to suppress shouts in my throat
I also train swallowing pills at times,
and everyday 'going to work'
Thank You. I am not too shabby ;)
Maybe I do weigh a ton,
maybe I hate the way maybe sounds
And when I smile, in my eyes sadness
is still noticeable
Maybe indeed I am boring,
Have disposition to sometimes exaggerate
and pile on the agony
Maybe I do expect a lot, but
can give an equal amount back
Maybe I wish to fly, but until then- I walk
Step by step
I walk away from You
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