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Tuesday, 17 September 2013

To know. To be.

  • I know a lot more than I was ever told. 
  • I know a lot more than I can say. 
  • I knew many things about you, 
  • That were subtle nuances in the middle of perfumed love at the beginning, 
  • But now stare glaringly obvious at everybody with a brain. 
  • You want what you want until you don't want it, 
  • Which is nice to be wanted, but is always followed by being unwanted, 
  • Until I can be wanted again. 
  • Not until I'm out. 
  • Not until I've:
    • Fought 
    • Bought 
    • Forced 
  • My way out of a rear opening, squeezed back into the world, into the wild again. 
  • Only each time I'm getting:
    • Older 
    • Sicker 
    • Tireder 
    • Crankier 
    • More hopeless. 
  • Still not ready to give up. 
  • I romance the world. 
  • Now I'm going to romance you. 
©Gonzolecture 

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