days forcasting life

i have forgotten which words tell

the story of a heart

i can get you a tale of lies

and hope that for one *shining* moment

it's for

what everyone can have

take

              this part

of me

i'm giving it out

for the price of a

defunctional life

                                      one that for less meaning

                                      could mean everything to you

if you take it

abuse these words

they are the only ones

i have left

i am saving

what i have to show you

i could delute it

                                    (stretch the v.a.l.u.e)

for what it's worth

at least i have /still/ the one

that means the most to me

                                     i can't yet produce a word

                                     you have not yet earned

how much does it take

to

let

go

the only thing

i will ever want to comprehend

out of today



"my heart is screaming... my brain can't keep up"



i have one word left to call my own

out of nobody in the world

the only thing to do

is give it to

you


Author's Notes/Comments: 

i had no idea where i was going with this. i like the unfinished feel. i like how my words are still my own, yet everyone elses all in the same.

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