Up and down the staircase, Loads I heap,
A catch Perhaps to restore my racing thoughts,
All of it at once, then back, Self I hold not
A perfect world exists, one we cannot coexist in,
Different dimensions we are from, all of it,
Overlooked, yet heart aching, O neg- blood I need,
Doctors call to restore my life, in vain
On my way, the self-sabotaging act is this
One in which I let myself feel and lie to self,
Oh.. gaslight self that it's okay, walking out on her,
She makes me nervous in a good way,
Crossroads I hit, a blurry hope I hang on,
A new her she'd try out this time, alone
An ideal in my head she can match and I can
Find her, all I've always imagined her to be
My ideal.
@ ggeorge
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