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No Point in Trying
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February 2011 Tired of what men have been doing to you,
wired off blunts to the face, munching on food,
want to get to you, tauntful and forgetful too,
see me do you, you do you, you do none, while i do two,
i'd stroke your shoulder til you could sleep,
you'd never have to make a peep,
i was damaged like some curly hair,
going backwards no longer in pairs,
see i care if i effect you even in the slightest,
with you it's not the first time kiss, were you expecting this?
romance would be a twist, would you be mine?
feel like i'm back in Catholic school asking for a Valentine,
nervous with a purpose yet i feel i don't deserve this,
wasteful with a taste for a swing and a miss,
maybe i take the fall, i don't see the point in trying,
if it's pain that makes you stronger it's wrong that i haven't been crying,
even though my mind has been frying my will slowly comes back,
motivation leads to creation which evolves to attack,
still my future lays dormant, damaged and waiting,
for this coma i must have been in to rapidly start fading.
