I've poured out my heart to you,
And you are numb to what 'wrong' I commit.
You hear me speak and you listen--still.
Somehow, that won't change.
What will is when I choose to speak.
When I can't seem to bring myself together.
Truly, you know how 'broken' I feel.
But you force me at, "You'll be fine."
It's okay to love someone and not be with them?
Or is it?
Yet I'm still here.
Somehow, talent can only take you so far.
Before you stage falls.
The structure's base.
A beautiful intricate design,
Cannot float despite its beauty, and is under construction at this time.
That's who I am.
Full of talent,
But not steady, as you know.
You've learned that even though I am cable in a variety of ways...
Not being capable in one?
Not a surprise.
Oh how a life would be without you? I'd I never met you.
If I lost you...
I need to get up on my own now.
I think it's time for that.
Yes, I need to rebuild my base.
No, Please do not observe me.
You know my worth,
deleting messages of nonsense.
"Under construction" The sign says in bold as I turn and walk away in the other direction.
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February 13, 2015
Based on "complication of contemplation 'Passage 1'" - spiceypricey
This is about My Kryptonite. I wonder when I mentally named her My Foundation? -5.11.19
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Assurgent Construction
PoesíaA poetry collection of an American Filipino. the following expresses his thoughts and emotions as he studies abroad. This is the second book in Culture Distortion.
