pillowfighting

Last night I thought I was suffocating

But I realised it was only sobs

As I clutched my pillow and screamed

The tendrils of my love were torn.

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I don't like what you say to me

There's still very little I care to know

Something shook me awake last night

And I felt its wails in my bones.

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How else do I say it? Will my words be enough?

I told them, it's just a passing hiccup;

I'll be fine by the time it comes.

Instinctively I continue lying here

Reaching for hope through my fury.

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Comfortably I am howling away

A banshee smothered by blankets

My mother asked, what's wrong bubba?

While I cried and cried and cried.

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It took me almost 2 hours

To concentrate how I feel

Nothing else is deeper

Than the words exhausting everything I stand firm to believe.

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In the aftermath, I think I'll be swept dry

Becoming an ocean's lonely desert

Where the forgotten friendships lie.

Maybe among carcasses and fossilised memories

I can find the waves of my peace

Or maybe what you took from me

Will come back to strike your pretty face.

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