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Forgetyounot
I sometimes find him in the attic
heart racing and stress prevailing
Hard to cut through all fog and static
Or just staring at someone happier
Never thinking of something pragmatic
Trying to understand how to bring to his level
Instead of raising himself, his voice emphatic
He turns up a lot on the patio
Most of the time so charismatic
I think I know he loves me
Sober enough and a slight sporadic
But if I look away for an instant
Normal gone and left fanatic
Hes gone again becoming usual
To blunder the hurtful and erratic
and I worry that he won't come back
Always stuck in problematic
Or when he returns he'll have no taste
So quick to leave, so automatic
and every move he makes a test
So uninformed, yet bureaucratic
I would miss the kind eyes
Always coppery - wonderfully prismatic
Saying all those things you long to here
In such beauty and so dramatic
Here again and gone again
Though self denied, is axiomatic
Sometimes he shows up in my room
Never able to be schematic
Vague in turn with hidden yesteryear
Wake up now with wondered pain
Ankle, knee, head and heart
Hurt or fear, it seems the same
Happiness interrupted with the flash
Like we must be reminded of the rain
Knowing and loving who we "can" be
Stuck on the tracks and here comes the train
He says he loves then acts it a lie
But when gone there is such swiftly placed blame
Double-standard almost, but half falsely accused
Please come back and then remain
I miss you and I love you so
Though Id rather you not smell like champagne
That would mean you are still gone, only half way here
And its the half that that places the artificial claims
I miss the you that said they loved me
The lovingly confident, not bitter and vain
But down the hatch another goes
Thats the only thing you seem to gain
A beer in the belly and cocktail or two
Youre "not drunk" you feign and feign
Saying this eyes closed - the copper also gone now
Constantly walking eggshells is such a torrid strain
Not to keep you happy- just not angry
Yet bothered incisively by your stressing campaign
To achieve nothing, but hurt all the while
Screaming of injustice and acting as slain
I sometimes find him with his arms around me
I am not to move or break the chain
I dont want to forget who you made me think was you
