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EmotionDepression has come to mean one thing, really.
It means nothingness.
Weighing down on me from all sides.
Sapping at my interests.
An abyss that makes me question
Is there any validity in my existence?
And when I am in that fog,
Nothing has form or color.
But emotion is what rescues me.
A friend making me genuinely laugh.
The joy of scribbling and creating something.
The bittersweet pang of facing reality and realizing...
He was never mine to begin with.
And there is still so much to yearn for.
FameI know more than those glossy magazines will ever tell. You are a genius, oh yes, you know how to cast numbers to your bidding. You lined up numbers like armies, breaking codes, and as your craft progressed, breaking hearts at a word. I know, you thought you had just broken a code.
So did I, at first.
But I am broken now, and I know you can't ever mend me.
UnfaithfulI have a confession to make...
I have been unfaithful.
I didn't even realize it was happening until too late.
Those tiny, almost unnoticed touches...I noticed because it has been so long since you touched me like that. Suddenly, me and that passionate other were constantly talking even in the middle of the day, reminding me just how beautiful the world is when I am in love.
I think that is where I really strayed. I am no longer in love. With you, that is.
So, I thought you should know.
It's only fair since I said that I loved you first and I've rendered your heart into bite sized pieces.
I have been sleeping with Music.
It is a far better lover than you.
Opposites AttractShe believed in true love and happily ever after.
He thought tumble weeds knew more about life than humans.
They had starlight in the desert, but it turned icy before dawn.
She danced because it was good money and made her feel empowered.
He liked to watch hips and lips; they could tell stories that eyes never would.
Together they watered neurosis and fed paranoia.
She clutched rosaries and medals like magic amulets.
He pinched joints and chugged Jack like they were maps and rivers to Nirvana.
They were a match unmade in Heaven, and dissatisfaction was never so grudging lived.
She painted new worlds and hopes in water color dresses.
He analyzed gods and humanity in calcium deposits and molecular structures.
For a relationship that never had a chance, they could have been almost perfect.
InternettedOne million possibilities
And never a single reality.
So we waste our time and emotions
On pixels that couldn't care less.
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