The tension builds up inside my veins,
as blood rushes to my fingertips,
my lungs losing oxygen,
as I keep pushing.
Pushing myself to feel everything
and decide for myself,
as I hear both sides,
both screaming in angst.
The thought of his surprise,
the thoughts going through my mind,
and I over think again, and again
as I hear his voice calling out.
Promises pulling at my heart,
crushing the stability I had found,
and I all I want is to let go,
and have what I've always wanted.
I think of all this time,
where I have struggled with the thoughts,
pushed them to the back of my mind
even though I wanted them to be true.
Three days.
Here we go again.
What Do You Think?
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It's the obsession and the passion that makes this such a wonderful write! Feelings will always overwhelm you... but when written down it's beautiful.
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i get a powerful sense of frustrated obsession when i read this. its almost as if youre having a desperate tug of war with the opposing side of the rope attached to an immovable object, but it doesnt deter you from pulling ever harder. maybe i have it all wrong, as is often times the truth, but i really like this none the less. clapping smilies are in order, for sure
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It is amazing how easily we get sucked back in even knowing we're traveling the same old road--we never learn it seems.
You expressed it very well--you hit the bullseye again.
bw
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A lover's quandray, just slightly arcane--all to the good--very ably and most deftly presented here. Loved it! bravo... bravo..
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