The need that flows out of you
Every time you say “we don’t need it”
Speaks to me in a silent tone

Saying “How do we explain this love
That we need but don’t understand”
But the part of my understanding

Inept to understand what
Must be understood, makes me
Another pretentious kinder heart

the kindness that drags me to
what I don’t want, not screaming
when I should

holding myself down where
I must be floating like a smoke
Letting go when I must hold on

willing to accept that pain
when the happiness is down the floor
It makes me just like you.

“waiting for the doomsday to sense
that perturbation”

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