SNOOZE
Part One
I’ve never admit it to myself
Until this year
Inexperienced with the bubbles that surround me
Mystifying, enigmatic, entrancing, too soon bursting
You are one of these fizzes
That I just can’t sway
Touch, hold, create, and have
All I can do is stare
Trace your trail
Some say you are amongst a thousand others
But all I feel near is you
You dictate my emotions
Without even knowing you hold filaments
I’m in my own hell
Solid, choking my ankles, holding me down
Not letting me deploy where I want
Biting my lip, I watch her wrench the cords that hold you down
The cement latched onto my skin
Rough, a murky grey, slowly lacing up my legs
Taking over my body
I can’t control any of this
Part Two
You’re as chained down as I am
All of these passions that gravely rouse for you
Aren’t inconsequential, they’re unique from what I’ve ever experienced
I see every side of you
From the esteemed to the misconstrued, along with tarnishes
That makes every human electrifying
It’s not confusing; there are no dissipated highs and lows
Butterflies don’t permeate my gut
It’s a chaste silence of joy
When I talk to you
When I am close to you
I ache for you
It’s simple
What I feel for you
I’ve known it,
Never really wanting to concede
Because I knew my scraps
Would end in dolor
I’d rather be confused and push things away
Let the sensations hiss until disintegration
Instead of knowing what is inside
Is real.
Knowing what is true
Not being able to change the situation
Fills me with friction
Part Three
It yanks my soul every time I see you distressed
With a new infatuation
Chronically rejected
And I am here, standing by your side
Somehow you manage to return to the same person
While I am left grasping your crumbs
This isn’t healthy for who I am
What I undergo
I’ve tried to coerce things
Distract myself
It never works
It isn’t high school love around you
It’s the feeling of my soul imbuing effortlessly
That someone else is there to listen, discuss, with wry humor and intelligence
I veil what I feel around you
Why do you fall for the girl
That you can find anywhere?
Dumb, pretty, manipulative, a gossiping Valley girl
Can’t you see your tactics won’t win over her type?
You are compassionate, smart, and unvalued
You are blinded by her
But am I blinded by you?
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