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Why am I still making time for you? Still going out of my way to do things specifically for you to notice? Am I subconciously doing things in hopes of spending more time with you? Why am I doing this to myself.
 


 










it aint over till it's over.
 

that eternal force that's been there all the way.
you're never alone, you're loved beyond comprehension.
overcoming misunderstandings and soft blocking rumination.
you are loved more than you will ever know

that certain feeling that creeps up on you after a long day:
on the bus ride home, before bed or during a shower,
when there's no podcast or music to drown out your inner monologue
that's when you decide who you are. that's when you reconnect with your true self.
that's when you feel the most stable.
Money is the barometer of a society's virtue.
it's like i'm making up for lost time.
gushing to you about everything i've done or been doing
clinging on for another hug or chance at cuddling.

all my forbidden fruits were complex feelings.

when betrayal and sadness could only be expressed through
the careful yet immature words of "i'm upset/angry."

but now i'm catching up on lost time. 
like how your name never lost meaning after saying it a million times:
i'll spew out "i love you" a million times over. 


[let's keep existing between this line of black and white.]
this grey is now a glowing silver and this heart has a lot of love to give.
after suppressing it all and only living out my dreams while i lie asleep,
now i want to keep making up for lost time in this space with you.

 
and it's been strange. learning about how all these little things i hated or enjoyed had a deeper meaning. the battles my subconsious was dealing with while i just flinched unknowingly. ignorance wasn't bliss. it left me confused and unsure of why i thought the way i thought and why i felt the way i felt. these back stories, this knot i'm unravelling. it's interesting. it's been really difficult, but i understand myself better. i guess you never really stop learning about yourself.
it was difficult to accept that you couldn't love me in the ways that i wanted you to. i had expectations so in the end i got disappointed. i had seen how you could love others and so it hurt more deeply. i drew you angel wings and tried blurring the bad memories. i know you tried your best. i know you didn't know better. i know you think you were fair. and because i knew all that, i felt even more guilty for needing more from you.  
The world is not treacherous
People are treacherous
They think that I am stupid and I do not know what their hearts areOne letter from you traps youDo not play with me, you will not be able to overcome meI have two friends, my mind and my heart, and I am between them so that one of them can not control the otherHow smart I am because I do not make them feel the strength of my mind and my ability to actI'm just acting, I don't lie like they lie
And I carry my sad homeland in my heart and wander with him in the land of God
I address my lover heart and ask him: Have you given up on my mother?
He replied: No, even if I were to lose my life

PS:I know that heart takes (it)
I only liken the heart to a human being 🇵🇸
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