If I’m a fool, then I’m a fool – who’s in love.
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(Content concept play)
If I’m a fool, then I’m a fool – who’s in love.
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(Content concept play)
“Trying to coordinate fingers threading shoe laces through resistantly-tight, flick-flapping shoe straps.
What happened to standardly-practical, solid and easy-to-use holes?”
“Essential baseline components of my daily functional clothing that are diffucult to replace have just broken down.”
“We’ve got a problem…how do we overcome our shyness with eachother?”
What causes the pulse to pound
Beyond normal range of flattery?
What steals one’s breath in passing
As if it’s the source of all breathing?
What causes a heart to crave
Certain perfect imperfections?
What freezes where once brave
Because means the world to me?
They are so rare because they are incredibly shy in their astute bravery – and invariably might get caught into neverending farther and farther circling around eachother.
So wary have they become as the world has grown harsher and more callouse that it’s a wonder that any two meet and breed, at all!
A phrase past hung upon shoulders of others, as if trying to match pictures to frame – yet not quite felt the same as only once before, and this time irrefutable.
She sat there, eyes downcast, afraid to look at him directly for fear that she might see confirmation that it was all just a game, afterall – a ruse to call her out from hiding and make fun of her heart’s yearning vulnerability.
Hands clasping her fingers tightly on top of her lap as they ached to reach out to touch his face and extend arms to hold him, her eyes burned with tears as they rebelled at her refusal to at last gaze into his own.
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(Title of multiple meanings)
I remember being at my grandparent’s home
Always a place of safety away from main society
Yet planted in the very heart of prime social elitism
Only just one door away by grandpa playing piano
And when I returned as a teen after he had passed
The place felt the same but much more empty
I could have stayed there forever and would have
Had my grandmother left the house in will to me
But my uncle and his family eventually took over
All properties and moved her with them for caretaking
I got a small funding to begin my own life later
Her parting gift used to spread wings for flying
When my grandparents finally rested,
They either gave up & chose to die or
Stayed in bed for the rest of their lives
I see you
I forgive you
I love you
I believe in you
Being unable to work
Dependent on systems
Has very much sucked as
I prefer self determination
“I keep trying to reanimate how I survived before – but I can’t…those ways don’t apply, anymore.”
“He wasn’t honest about anything.”
When she gave to him, it was with joy
After so long waiting for the sun’s rise
Only to find that he’d snuck another
Despoiling the sanctity of her fidelity
“Being unable to work flies into the face of the American Dream.”
I’ve got nothing to strive for
No more umph in my motor
I always had manifestation
As my high-driving priority
Even if I had to wait
I knew it was there
I could feel it’s pressence
Just like I feel you, my love
It’s very discouraging after all of that
To find myself flat-stopped, diverted
No more climbing
No more aspiring
Because I’m just
So damn hurting
Nothing seems attainable anymore
It’s just slipping through my fingers
She couldn’t pretend anymore
Thus missed opening presents
But she would have pretended
Had she’d known they wanted
But she hadn’t
So she didn’t
Then later
Found out
She felt trapped as if it was
How she had always feared
When you tell the truth and they
Told you this would drive away
Everyone and everything wanted
Going off into opposite directions
Only this time it wasn’t the same
Even though some ways lagged
Because her family responded
And he somewhere considered
It was having to choose betweens
That she could no longer tolerate
Because she was tired of rules
Restricting flex of her flapping
Maybe by misunderstandings
She was making new mistakes
But if anyone asked her opinion
She would share concerned care