running, I truly believed he would come running through that door
whoever "he" was at the time, I was always so sure
for deep within me there had always lied
this power for me to believe whatever I decide
it wasn't always reality though but it became it
lost in words and worlds, nothing was able to tame it
this fantasy of who I hoped "he" would be
would always, inevitably come crashing into reality
I wouldn't process it or try to understand
no, I'd just move on to the next attentive man
what was I seeking in this process of it all
did I think this was the only way somebody like me could fall
in a safety net of the make believe little lies
of perfectionism from someone who only tried
to show me a bit of kindness upon the dark
some call it obsession, I call it my heart
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misunderstandings of fallacy
Poetryvolume 2 of 2 of poetry . the last volume of poetry I released was about 7-8 years ago... I have grown much since then and realized much about myself in how I actually know nothing and have experienced little of what I faintly wrote of in many poems...
