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i feel like something today. it is thursday and i feel like i should be in love or sleeping in. or both.
i feel bent (out of shape) like a useless paper clip. when i introduce and excuse myself, mouthing something else,

                                                hello (you know my purpose),
                                                goodbye (i can't hold you together)

not even myself, lest, i still fall apart from time to time, with the sad look of a girl who just remembered.

i wrote you something once, long and delicate but if i recall correctly, you burned it on the pavement with the lighter i used for cigarettes.
you had seen better, more fragile. i can't compare and i am (so)rry for that.

i have been researching a cure for repetition, but i write the same, afraid to step outside the lines.
ironic, the fact that my comfort zone is bounded by physical pain and apathy.

                                                so sad, so young? and even in sleep?
                                                worse times have yet to come, my love.
                                                when i was a child, i truly loved:
                                                unthinking love as calm and deep
                                                as the north sea. but i have lived,
                                                and now i do not sleep.

my heart moves slowly like freezing water and i can't remember clearly the smell of blood so often as i'd like.
you chose a light comedy as a match for your temper and i'll forever settle with stares.

i am used to being scoffed at.
would you laugh (doesn't look so fancy as dancing) at the tremors on my bones or would you sigh at finding someone just like yourself?

we love with all the closeness of neighbors until briskly they move away to a place with knobbly mountains and you just don't see the inside of their house anymore.
just once, when someone asks, i would like to tell the truth; i would like to say yes. someday, perhaps.

but not today.

Description
i feel like something today. it is thursday and i feel like i should be in love or sleeping in. or both.
i feel bent (out of shape) like a useless paper clip. when i introduce and excuse myself, mouthing something else,

                                                hello (you know my purpose),
                                                goodbye (i can't hold you together)

not even myself, lest, i still fall apart from time to time, with the sad look of a girl who just remembered.

i wrote you something once, long and delicate but if i recall correctly, you burned it on the pavement with the lighter i used for cigarettes.
you had seen better, more fragile. i can't compare and i am (so)rry for that.

i have been researching a cure for repetition, but i write the same, afraid to step outside the lines.
ironic, the fact that my comfort zone is bounded by physical pain and apathy.

                                                so sad, so young? and even in sleep?
                                                worse times have yet to come, my love.
                                                when i was a child, i truly loved:
                                                unthinking love as calm and deep
                                                as the north sea. but i have lived,
                                                and now i do not sleep.

my heart moves slowly like freezing water and i can't remember clearly the smell of blood so often as i'd like.
you chose a light comedy as a match for your temper and i'll forever settle with stares.

i am used to being scoffed at.
would you laugh (doesn't look so fancy as dancing) at the tremors on my bones or would you sigh at finding someone just like yourself?

we love with all the closeness of neighbors until briskly they move away to a place with knobbly mountains and you just don't see the inside of their house anymore.
just once, when someone asks, i would like to tell the truth; i would like to say yes. someday, perhaps.

but not today.