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General Thoughts on Love I’m trying to
keep my composure
as I sink in quicksand.
My feet have disappeared
but my face seems composed.
I could never
compete with you.
Fists raised and stance steady,
I have no chance
against you.
The evidence is
this wounded ego.
Bruised knuckles
aimed at you,
your face beyond your reach.
I give up.
I fall in a heap
of broken bones
and mangled limbs.
You come towards me
and place my rusted cheeks
in cupped palms.
Then you beat me up again,
pounding me down
like waterlogged sandcastles.
It wasn’t enough
to triumph over me once,
you had to rub my face
into playground pavements.
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I’m trying to
keep my composure
as I sink in quicksand.
My feet have disappeared
but my face seems composed.
I could never
compete with you.
Fists raised and stance steady,
I have no chance
against you.
The evidence is
this wounded ego.
Bruised knuckles
aimed at you,
your face beyond your reach.
I give up.
I fall in a heap
of broken bones
and mangled limbs.
You come towards me
and place my rusted cheeks
in cupped palms.
Then you beat me up again,
pounding me down
like waterlogged sandcastles.
It wasn’t enough
to triumph over me once,
you had to rub my face
into playground pavements.
