Because My Head Gets Too Loud~~poetry

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doomed art

I feel so dependent

I feel like whenever

you take a step

it's a small amount of time

before you take one back

I want to bawl my eyes out

scream your name

mold my fists with your face

hold you close

kiss your mouth

I have no way of coming out

I'm running again

in circles I go

this is doomed to fail

I am on a lost trail

wherever you go

I follow

I am swallowed senseless

you have no idea

what you do to me

she is standing right there

and there's are thousands of she's

waiting for you

screaming "pick me"

there's no way you'll choose the lower

there's no way you will sink

although your name

will stain like Inc

tattood in my heart

you created a new piece of

doomed art.