Attempted Repetition of 8.21.13
I feel like affection is causing me to be dumb
I have no inhibitions when I'm drunk and drowning in love
So I send dumb e-mails and letters, squawk, and cling to people
I tell people in poetics and purple prose how much their essence means
And though I feel it still falls flat, the nagging voice tells me I've already scared them enough
I worry I scare people away
But I feel in my recent time missing in action from life, that I need to say before it's too late
And I know it hasn't been that long
But in that time I felt so alone that I feel I oughtn't allow it ever again
There are those I would want to spill my soul into
But it must be consensual and I fear it mightn't be reciprocated
My love without reflecting, O do not be rejecting-
And I don't know how to behave or function as a well adjusted human anymore
I'm only soul and emotion inhabiting a body electric that wants to hug my beloveds close
I am melodrama and love uninhabited now a days and I feel it repels those I wish to attract
It's all too easy to say I'm misunderstood
The reality of it is, being so stifled caused me to be like this the second I'm uninhibited
I know I ought to tone it down, but not until I've expressed it all
Loved properly those who will allow me to do so
For I adore them more than I ever thought humanly possible
And knowing how I was even before all this, that says quite a bit
But if I can reach that pinnacle met before hand, or even anywhere close
My quest for glorious, hippy, uninhibited love will be fulfilled
And I might go back to a more affectionate version of my former self
I don't know if there's such a thing as loving too strongly
But I feel whatever I'm doing must be close to that edge
If it even exists in the first place
But as with everything in my set of interests, I want to hurdle over
I know it probably isn't the smartest thing to do
But really not many of the things I aspire to do are, are they?
I suppose it's dumb to think August Twenty-First could be repeated
Miracles cannot be repeated
At least not unless all parties are present in the moment
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