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Your voice is poetry… with all this chaotic noise going in my head your voice dominates and caresses my pain and kisses my scares with the syllables of your words…your theme song vibrates throughout this entire room as I role around with your ghost. Eyes closed, shut tight reach out and almost feel a substance in this dream, and you pretend to listen to my insane nothingness but you really are painting the picture in your mind…of absolute childness, and her stupidness and I ramble on wanting to hear the poetry again but afraid that if I stop for a breath, you will realize what I really am and you will jump off this cliff I have created, when in reality it may be only an inch down for you. The separation and timing of the voices that cry out really mean nothing, no matter how insane I am what I say wont make any difference at all. Because you are turning away…you are walking away, holding her away from you, laughing at her vulnerable patheticness, shaking your head and walking away…but you failed to realize she isn’t what you think and yet entirely completely what you think. She doesn’t need anyone and she lies to herself everyday about how dependant she is on others, just so that she could be normal, so she could fit in… but somehow it passed your ever wavering attention span that she never loved anyone and never can, because her heart is wounded far beyond all repair and she never wants to offer herself into vulnerability again.

Description
Your voice is poetry… with all this chaotic noise going in my head your voice dominates and caresses my pain and kisses my scares with the syllables of your words…your theme song vibrates throughout this entire room as I role around with your ghost. Eyes closed, shut tight reach out and almost feel a substance in this dream, and you pretend to listen to my insane nothingness but you really are painting the picture in your mind…of absolute childness, and her stupidness and I ramble on wanting to hear the poetry again but afraid that if I stop for a breath, you will realize what I really am and you will jump off this cliff I have created, when in reality it may be only an inch down for you. The separation and timing of the voices that cry out really mean nothing, no matter how insane I am what I say wont make any difference at all. Because you are turning away…you are walking away, holding her away from you, laughing at her vulnerable patheticness, shaking your head and walking away…but you failed to realize she isn’t what you think and yet entirely completely what you think. She doesn’t need anyone and she lies to herself everyday about how dependant she is on others, just so that she could be normal, so she could fit in… but somehow it passed your ever wavering attention span that she never loved anyone and never can, because her heart is wounded far beyond all repair and she never wants to offer herself into vulnerability again.