Jan 8, 2015

Forever Relegated to Drafts

Other people
don't let people
sit like tin dolls on the shelf
and wait for time
and irreality to mould them
into something else.

You knew better.
But you acted anyways.
You knew what the truth was.
But you acted as though you didn't.

There are no prophets, only

You wanted so hard to be out.
To be seeing.
Well, now you are love.
You are outside.
You are an outsider.

What do you love, love?

No, really.  No, truly.

This center can hold and it will
but it *shouldn't*.

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