and you care for me you say
where you study my every twitch
and curve of my lip ...
with gawping fascination
and would you survive without me ...
and are you talking to me
because you don't sound
like you had all that great a time
of it ...
and just wanting to win
i find myself used to spike
your work ... and i am not your pretzel ...
*************
and its my own
problem my own issue
if I've lost myself is that all
his fault if i need to recreate
a self that never was
and can he ever win
i am challenged
to be real to throw off
the baggage of blame
of stereotype
and really see the person
that i call on to save
me from himself
and when you've lost him
in the mist and his
calls echo to the blind
that he teases in their brilliance
and how are you married
is he the whip that
runs your motor that
orders the night out
of its pit ...
that makes you sing
scream as loud as a skyscraper
multi story block will allow ...
let us prey ...
and can he tell
your body what to do
when you stand there with
the ugly parts of you hanging out
and how is he your soul mate ...
he left you there
arguing with yourself and
the ghosts of childhood
the pieces of broken
mirror lodged in your heart ... darling ...
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