miscommunication

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Searching for a single grain of sand along beaches of shattered glass, My tongue trips over bright blue marbles, trying desperately to play jacks.
Miscommunication, miscommunication leads to bad reactions. Bad reactions, bad reactions lead to bad attitude. Bad attitude, bad attitude leads to anger. Anger,  anger leads to silence.
Words have power but have you forgotten That power comes with a price? You did not consider (that) as you wrought in Trouble; with a pen, be wise. You ruined us with that darned stylus,
Here we are, Once again. Through this cycle Of ups and downs.   Here we are, With the misunderstanding, The miscommunications.   Here we are, The back and froth,
You see, the hood was red for a reason.  The wolves had every reason to fear her. She was merciless, no charm and no amount of begging would suffice.  She carried other things in that basket of hers.
Unaware by a vast amount Unconnected to her past life, He demands to know the untold.  Caught in the headlights She drowns in oceans unshed. 
Dreams laugh and smile until I'm blue From lack of sleep and touch They sing and ask me to stay true- As if I wasn't such! But true to dreams and true to me Are two different paths indeed 
Note: read the words in the tear right before the last line.    
The other day was great. We agreed to see each other again And trust me, I've made an effort But it's obvious you haven't, So let's talk.   Talk about what?!
To the masses nobody knows exactly what perturbs this young man, Verily, while my judgment rarely be cast I do house quirks of my own, Quirks that make my blood seem to boil and seethe with rage unconquered,
Silence ringing in my ear, Buzzing like some sort of infernal pest, If it goes on for one more second I won’t be able to bear, The thought of you laying our conversation to rest.
I want to scream, scream, scream at the top of my lungs in anguish because I need to know that everything's okay. I'm afraid. I'm so afraid of something. I can't craft words around it. I just need your approval.
Dark light brightens my path of instability, I see something that is not there, Empty heart pumps rage trough your head, As destiny hints a smell of fertility, There is no point anywhere,
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