Very Fucking Deep Thoughts

it just now dawned on me, or rather made sense to me how you feel.

love right there at your fingertips, begging you to grab hold of it. unwilling.

now, it all makes sense, because i find myself feeling the same way.

i mean i know i just wasn't good enough for you and that isn't true in the case i'm experiencing, but nevertheless i understand.

it's not the someone. it's what they represent. memories. experiences. holes. scar tissue. limps.

love is not to be trusted. it is to be feared. as prey would fear any predator. to be feared as you would any bullet heading hundreds of miles an hour toward your all too fleshy heart. as it is ready and able to blow it into many tiny, unrecognizable pieces of its former self.

i'm sorry dandelion. i wish i could let myself love you. because i definitely could.

and i wish i could let you love me. cause i almost believe you would.

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  1. Dandelion, how beautiful a word, for a weed?

    Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder, while ugliness is in the eye of those who look but don't see.

    When most see weeds, some see flowers. You see, while a dandelion is a weed, to many it's really many tiny flowers bunched together, a bouquet if you will, to those who look closely.

    You're beautiful in your own way, you just need to find that one person who can see it and let them look.

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  2. Inside the walls I've made
    To keep out all who reach for me
    I might have lost my way
    And I can't come out again

    Don't come around here anymore
    You may infect yourself
    Don't ever cross this line

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    Have I erased all sense of touch
    I don't feel anything
    Sometimes they say I need
    Sometimes I think I need
    Sometimes I know I need
    New parts for my brain

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  3. are you calling me instituional?

    i may well be.

    but it's really not your place to say.

    you don't even know me.

    dio rocks.

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