Your actions breed my insecurities
And over all this time they have bred my definition
for heartache.
Who says that I am not allowed
To let myself sink down to your level?
The scores have always seemed even,
I always thoughts they were settled.
Never
They never were.
I am still like you dangly toy on a string
Bouncing around,
Dreaming about running around on its own feet
I am waiting
for two things
That seem important to this impact.
I cannot imagine life
If neither of them ever come
Only death.
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