The bass beats my heart
There was no net to catch the fall
I embrace the pressured throb
I tear myself away from it all
The illusion is that you love me-
Shut up, I know what's best
So please, discontinue this plague.
You should have never even confessed.
I'll be screaming "No, no, no..."
Along with the all the rest...
Being with you like this
Just builds guilt in my chest
I want to keep this low
So please take me slow
I'm not a instrument of entertainment
I'm the act that stops the show.
I'm not brave enough to leave the shore
to find something new
I'm not brave enough to call it mine
when it belongs to you
Don't disengage the killswitch
I'm happy in this nowhere
not moving
not changing
Just staying in 'I don't care'
In the end I'm blind
Lust is the guilt
The last living survivor
of a love that was overbuilt.
Author notes
no.
Not really much to ask, is there?
Comments
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cool!!!!
love your poem!!!! it's so dark and resilient to love! awesome!

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Thank youuu~
thanks for the comment and rating, i'll try to write more like this :3
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