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Of Confusion Among Other Things
All the depths of the ocean in a glance
Warmth
Everywhere he is he emanates it It envelops your soul and soothes, Such sweet serenity
Each morning the sun rises and sets A mirage of pinkish hues
With this I am content
Each morning I wake with yearning A searing pain which splits the soul A want so deep so very deep
With this I am confused
I need
I want
I need
I want to sleep in every morning I want
I need
I want to wake up alongside him I want
I need
to know
But if I need what I want then isn’t it just Something I need
I need air to breathe You need air to breathe We need air to breathe
Air is heavy humid and hot When I think of you
I need you
I think,
I feel,
Like I need you
Do you need me?
Do you want to be with me?
I doubt that I need what I want I doubt, I need, I want,
I don’t need
I do
A fever burns within me
An insanity which brews
A stew of my confusion
It aches with a subtle form of agony
Then it fades
To a dull but ever present gnawing
An emptiness so all encompassing
That I feel as though I couldn’t eat
For not even a digestive system remains residing within me
That I feel as though my heart hath stopped beating For not only is it gone
But there is no blood to pump anyway
Because I do not even have veins
Forgive me for I have sinned
An untruth leaked from mouth to pen to paper It isn’t an ever present gnawing
For the moment I glimpse you
Even a backwards glance in the hallway mysteriously I feel whole
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