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Winter gives way to spring like fall gave way to winter. My heart aches for whom I cannot have, My eyes seek for what I cannot see, My lips part for who I cannot kiss, My skin waits for who I cannot feel You cease to care. My mind worries over what I cannot know, My hands tremble for what I can't control, My feet stumble over my very veins, My time is fleeing, My time is gone You cease to care. Your heart rejects mine, Your eyes do not reach me, Your lips ignore me, Your skin grows cold I always care. Your mind overlooks me, Your hands push me away, Your feet keep the distance, Your time is slowly dancing down

I'm sorry that I dropped the phone when you dropped me This maiden voyage is crashing and burning in shark ridden waters and I've remembered that I never learned how to swim Your lifeboat hands won't reach out to pull me from my personal Titanic You're terrifying me so beatifully, and your sorrow snaps the thin violin strings in my head I'm drowning in the past because I couldn't see you in my future Is it wrong that I missed you when I hated your guts? I'm not perfect, but I seem to be getting worse You've ruined me, and I don't care

Miscalculated chemistry, was never even meant to be I thought I got the potion right, but it exploded on me 3 words on chalk boards in babbling dead languages I'd translate it for you, If only I could find my voice My tired tongue is tapping at an uknown beat My lips burns because you kissed her and my frost bitten heart can't hate you But curse your mouth for it's terrible sin I'll throw you away to send you flying back in Print 'broken' on my wrinkled forehead, in dainty cursive writing to remind me of the note you never sent to explain an absent call Pulled up by the shoulder blades, pushed against the wall, hung up on i

Large empty brains plastered on colored text book pages, Libraries filled with mannequins, their plastic hands pressed to where their hearts should be, Classrooms overturned with polaroids on desk chairs, and blank boards before them, College campus's left for the vines to feed upon, with black top parking lots sizzling in abandonment Front porch steps, stepped on in anticipated quick beats of teenage hearts in their throats, Playground swing sets, hanging between the spaces of the question "To kiss or not to kiss?" Mosh pit silent spots, glancing attentions across the pool of hormones, Hangout days which turn to lessons of