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It seems I've been waiting, what seems like forever

and when I feel I can wait no more

a renewed vigor alights my mind

and makes me think too much

overreacting to the slightest motion

your touch means so much more

the slightest brush from your fingers on my skin

sends me into bliss

making my heart sick, normal behavior

seems like so much more

I'd tell you I love you, if I thought you felt the same

but my mind affixes so much more meaning

to trivial words and deeds

now I'm standing with my heart sitting out on my sleeve

and no one's there to see

for I hide that sleeve cuff behind my back for fear of breaking it

the motions are empty, the waters are rising

and here I am drowning

overreacting, too much emotions

and no one there to say

everything will be alright

and make it so I believe them

for my heart's a betrayer

it's constant fixations

make me yearn for more

my heartstrings scream for

someone to hold them

to make me feel ok

but no one is there 'cause

I let no one closer than arms length

some things that are broken

choose to remain so

because they know nothing

more than the broken way of being.

but some things that are broken

can pull themselves up

out of the dirt and dust

if only for one brief and shining moment

to present the unsullied whole, and

make themselves seem like so much more than

what they think themselves.