This is a poem
I meant to tell you
I meant to feed you about
How you’re never there
In body or spirit
I’m constantly distant
When will you want to make your way home?
This song sings it out loud
And now I’m wearing it proud
In my skin, in my groin, in my face
When will you bleed out
The same combination?
Drink down my infatuations
Right now, this is how
It feels to put all of my work into
Something that hurts so good
And yet you’re thinking you noticed
You’re wrong
Dwell in deep conversation
That put me in my occupation
“The one who fell in doubt”
Lets read how he fucked up somehow
In spite of what she talked about
Another year
Passed without question
No honorable mention
Except what stems from lies and boasts
I count the pages and questions
Hoping to find some regression
Because you’re the only one who had me
Hold myself from the crowd
Sit back and watch what unwound
My heart my soul my tongue
And you will know how much
I’ve been painting
The only pictures worth taking
Because the ones we share
Don’t count
For how it feels to put all of my work into
Something that hurts so good
And yet you’re thinking you noticed
You’re wrong
Dwell in deep conversation
That put me in my occupation
The one who felt
How It feels to put all of his work into
Something that hurts so good
And yet you’re thinking you wrote this
You’re wrong
Dwell in deep conversation
That put me in my occupation
“The one who fell in doubt”
Lets read how he fucked up somehow
In spite of what she talked about
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