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Hanging collar
It’s not a new truth,
How little I know myself it seems, the way I peer into the best and kindest words…. New eyes…. And I know those words are right..
I think and there’s no more pretending..
I hate the wanting..and the unwanting..the drama…
It’s good to know you’re not loyal… it’s going to be a few months and the wedding dress never graced the earth.. Or my eyes..
I didn’t have enough free time.. I didn’t want to lose my focus…. I didn’t want to give up my God for your star driven can nots and paper cluttered living rooms…
And you need that love…but won’t give any love..
Kissing everyone…..maybe that’s my type of freedom….but really
pastors lie.. And even their wives stray… never wives anyway
And the apple falls quietly into our gullets… it’s the symmetry and the line exaggerated, that leg thrown over.. And I can’t just kiss everyone..like you..makes me think
Leda and the swan
The people that say they love me..are those that would love anyone..without loving anyone..or themselves…and I can’t hold that light bulb and it stay lit….I say…
