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i am

too insecure

for this cure

why take my medicine

if the rain won't come again



i live between pills

that my spirit kills

and i want to know all the answers

sans the discomfort of

asking the questions





i trusted you

i laid in your bed

and thought if it end(ed)

we'd start at the beginning again

and that we, we could be friends



i shouldn't have started this

with one mysterious kiss

the gloom my tears layered on the moon

reflected deep in your eyes

it was my suprise

i laid my self bare

walked through the park 3 times

while you just stared



and no one saw

either one of us

yet they heard the way we trust-

the way i trusted you

with my raw self

all unglued



and i can't take it back

but what is time

no more then a silly

reminder in sand



you took my hand and lead me

then at my will-

you spoon fed me

and i am so full of myself

it barely leaves rooms for anyone else



but can you please read through these lines

between ink and space, heart aches and time

i'm a little screwed up, i want you to know

but are you talking to him about my soul











i realize i couldn't change if you did it

but it hurts me so

and i crave to just know

so can that piece to bed with me

and once i have i can work

to let it all go

i just want to know

i just want to know

i just want to know





when they want to find me

why do they look in everywhere else

but in the places i am?