Off with the top of my head and tip out what swirls within...
here's some grey matter
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People think I'm ok because I'm not falling apart and crying,
But this is not truly living I'm just surviving.
I cut off my wings but for fear of the flying.
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I, the tide, a waning ache,
a longing lust that is lost in crashing break,
a fury withdrawn, a gasping whisper denied,
the permanence of state I refuse to abide,
I, the tide,
the fall and rise,
the churning persistence that arrives and subsides,
I, the tide,
the promise of lies,
that uncovers and hides,
what can't be known in our hearts nor seen with our eyes,
the surge of destruction and the breaking of minds,
the lost moments it finds,
the ever growing and changing power it's weapon of time,
I, the tide,
fear that which we can face without hope to confine,
a mechanic of life well beyond our design.
I cannot control this great force or reshape this moment of time,
a chaotic calm and comforting discomfort of balance that I find,
and force myself to surrender and exist in this eternal moment inside,
and admit what I am and what I've denied,
and find resolve in the weakness, a duality defined,
by the truth of the powerlessness against which i fight,
I am what I am, just myself, I, the tide.
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It's the wet kiss of glass lips,
that I miss, it's crazy.
your coldness my comfort,
the next sip I crave this,
enslaved in this fake bliss, your love I taste it.
The lusting and longing for the feeling you gave me,
This will be the last time, I want you hate me,
Discard me forget me so I can just break free,
Just once more then it's gone,
I won't let your poison take me,
I swear I will stop just after this last one
Maybe
