| Singing full volume in a room crowded with people who are all completely silent.
Watching your eyes, the way they speak volumes without even blinking.
I'm smiling to myself because you're clueless to what I'm thinking.
"I know more about you than you realize."
I can't help but turn the volume up, as the radiation of bass lines shake my soul and pull me inside out.
I'm standing naked in front of you,
Handing you my vulnerabilities and letting you taste the summer in my blood.
My fingers reach for something stable, as I wade into a sea of sweating bodies,
Pushing myself to the absolute front.
"I am your disciple."
I close my eyes, remembering the way you tasted at 3AM,
Laying on the ground,
Moving against vinyl,
Listening to the sound of our Goddess. |
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| i'm so ready to deserve more. because i do. because sometimes i'm an asshole.
and i make myself blind to what's in front of me.
because i'm too trusting and too naive.
because i listen to lies and convince myself i'm more.
when i know i'm not to you.
and that's okay.
i'm supplementing myself with someone new.
maybe it's real. maybe it could be.
so far i'm not sure where i'm heading.
but i'm letting you pick me up and take me out.
and that's more than anyone's done in a long time. |
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for the first time in a long time, i feel stunning. |
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| you say the world is a coincidence as i whisper that it's just a cruel joke.
a decade of lies and bipolar outbursts.
anger wrapped in fake love and black and white existence.
you're a shell to communication
and a bubble to our current state of mind.
family is not four people living in a house together.
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| tell me something unimportant. |
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True
