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inevitable

you know that it can’t last you know
you don’t have time to make it work
you know that it won’t be the thing
you know that all’s ahead is hurt

you know that you can’t do this thing
you don’t have the heart you know
you know what i’m trying to tell you
you know where it’s going to go

you know where this love will take you
you know the why if not the when
you know all the pain that’s coming
you will hate her in the end

you will hate her as you love her
you will wish you had not met
you will dream of her forever
you will always know regret

do this thing and you will know hate
do this thing and you will cry
do this thing and you will kill you
you will love her, then you’ll die

dentist

this will hurt you more than it hurts me
but just you sit for it and bleed

i’m sure to cut you: prepare for pain
i’m sure to scar you: you’re to blame

i’m sure to need to poke and prod and slice and burn and scrape
i’m sure to go in deep and drill you: numb and pain and ache

our time together’s for your good, now
don’t you ever doubt its true

i claim to help you by my hurting, gnawing painful screw

subjected now to pain and noise
of instruments of steel and speed

that bore deep into your body’s armor
digging out your flesh and teeth

that mouth you have
is quite diseased
filth had set up home, and wrecked

and i must scold you for the way my precepts you reject

i’ve made plain before you
how you are to change your shameful ways

and yet you have refused my teachings,
pretended truth can change

the consequences of your actions
are the pain you feel

this chair you’re sitting is is yours
you made it, i just heal

if seething is believing

if i write enough words
if i hope it a lot
if i wonder about it
if i wish it would stop

if i plead with the air
if i cry to the night
if i hope against hope
if i burn at the slight

if i act very sad
if i mope all around
if i beg of the fates
if i wear only frowns

if i holler and yell
if i kick and i scream
if i shout all about it
if i get really mean

if i can not go on
if i lose all my tact
or
if i throw a tantrum
will it make you come back?

you and i both

when it comes right down to it
people will fail you
they’re not to be trusted with important things

they will drop and break them
they are thoughtless and careless
they might ask forgiveness, but they’ll do it again

people will ask you to take chances on them
even though chances
are the last thing they’ll take

what they do take
is all of your time and your feelings
and they take your heart, it seems, just to break

because, after all
people are failures
they must not be trusted with things you adore

because of their knack
for punching your soft parts
because of their knack for picking your sores

i don’t think that people
do all this on purpose
anymore, perhaps, than they mean to breathe

rather, they do it
just for survival
they think that you also have stuff up your sleeve

sting

sometimes
(and not always)
it is better to just get away
to intentionally put foot to path
or key to hole
or car to highway

and sometimes
(but not always)
it is the wisest course of action
to quietly slip away with only a kind word
of reassurance that
all will be well in the future, but
right now a trip is required

and sometimes
(but not always)
it is better to go be in public
and just allow a moment’s rest
to come and hold your brain

you see sometimes
(but not always)
it must be true that simply
slipping away from the place you are currently at
is likely a very good idea

because

otherwise

it is just too tempting

to kick a hornet’s nest

shoveling

alright
alright
alright
already

alright
i get the point already

you needn’t rub it in again
you needn’t make a show

okay
okay
okay
i get it

i understand
i comprehend it

i didn’t till just now
but now
i know just what is wrong

i know
i know
i know
i broke it

i know more empty words don’t help it
and speaking’s only likely to exacerbate the mess

but if it helps
or if it may
or if i can
i’d like to say
you must know and please
here
do believe me
when i say i try

its like my brain conspires against me
hates me
tricks me
never lets me

just do what i need to do
or tells me what that is

and so
and so
and so
and so

and on
and on
and on

i go

and steadily i dig the hole

that drives you from my side

avoidance theory

i gotta find a way
to make sure i don’t feel no more

and i gotta find a way
to make sure i won’t bleed no more

i gotta find a sure fire way
to make sure i can’t cry again

i gotta find a brand new way
to long for song for never more

i just gotta find a way
to rid myself of all desire

and i just gotta find a way
to never set my heart afire

and i just have to find a way
to sit here quietly and wait

i simply just must find some way
for all my feelings to abate

mysterious powers

i hate the hold you have on me
i hate how you can make me sad
i hate that you can bend my will
i hate how you can make me mad

i hate that all you have to do is never come again
i hate that all you have to do is never show your face

i hate that all you have to do is never poke your head inside
i hate that all you have to do is never share this space

i wish you could forgive yourself
i wish you would have tried
i wish you hadn’t given up
i wish you had not died