Scar tissue


What a wretched thing this feeling.
To look for you while pretending
that I don’t care.

My heart so torn
by my denial
of this heart’s wishes,
despite this soul that fears you.

How would I admit to others
what I refuse to admit to myself?

I feel foolish, but cannot stop
memorizing you.

You are a song I play only
when exhausted.
When I am no longer able to deny
my hearts painful pleas.

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I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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