Can I Live? Poems

Tired of melodramatic interjections,
I’m sick of your young…. “realizations.”
How unwelcome my anger is in your presence…
And how receptive you are to argument.
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Although I…
Am slowly collapsing under strain…
I find some sort of satisfaction in knowing that
I have absolutely no thought where to turn…
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I float through time,
In and out of place,
Deep down in the waters, I can breathe.
My lungs are dry, no longer in use,
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Through the doors solid and
plain, under the mistle toe dry
and crumbling hung long ago.
Stumble over dusty carcass
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Showered upon, I kiss dampness,
The recesses my heart portrayed,
As rainbows after such wetness,
From which I always quickly strayed.
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crying for answers
to unsolved questions
about you
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but does anything matter
anymore in this hell?
if they were all broken
and couldn't be fixed
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There's no room
For you in this new life
No room
For you in these arms
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If my world were perfect
And we were all blind
And my love had fallen
Into this state of mind
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And what would you say
If I called up your lover
And told her 'good luck, girl,
I hope you have patience.'
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