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Some experts have likened the state of being in love with that of being mentally ill
and yet, we chase this illusion still...
and of course we believe in that which we can feel
Pheromones Hormones and Adrenaline,
phenylethylamine, dopamine, and oxytocin
our bodies secreting a cocktail of passion
we believe in this science experiment...this mere chemical reaction
which tells us we might produce beautiful offspring
Well, limerence is obsessive, intrusive, and consuming
understanding this can be quite illuminating
It causes obsessive thinking, Crippling fear of rejection
still we all seek for this bizarre connection
we are each promised, in theory the perfect princess or prince charming
but the truth itself is very alarming
head over heels....none of it's real
society perpetuates this ridiculous ideal
The only thing that makes any sense...
is that it's not love, it's limerence.
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I fight inside myself
but I am a paper warrior
rock and scissors had their way with me
cut up to shreds and pulverized to bits
I fight inside myself
but always hold the white flag
crying as rockets fly around me in the night
helpless and under-skilled
I run serpentine and aimless
bullets in crossfire
I fall into a hole
mud sucks at my shoeless feet
I scratch as I am climbing
the enemy surrounds me
laughing at my plight
I fight inside myself
and always lose the battle
defeating both sides
in simultaneous seppuku
laying on the ground
swords of truth buried inside
disemboweled with head hung in shame
I lost at my own game
I fight inside myself
but I am a paper warrior
rock and scissors had their way with me
cut up to shreds and pulverized to bits
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I am a paper
you are weight
without you
I’d fly away
and with you
I am crumpled
crushed under
and faded with age
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For you my words have been so carefully fashioned
for you, I am wholly, completely impassioned
Over these thoughts, in my mind I have clamored
though in truth, it is obvious I am completely enamored
for you all my world and time has been allotted
my heart smiles, yes I am besotted
with you I no longer survive, but I live
it's true that with you I am amative
for you I have love, which cannot be recanted
by you, quite clearly I have been enchanted
my heart I give you freely, for I cannot be captured
with you, I am calm, and yet also enraptured
how did I come to be so lucky I wonder
did the universe stumble, is this just a blunder?
which leaves me grinning like a fool, lost in bliss, toes curled
Or am I just the luckiest girl in the world?
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I am a cob of corn
whose husk was torn away
I have a yellow belly
I am exposed
I attract hungry crows
they peck away greedily
they come to devour my good bits
and with what little they leave behind
No men will be fed
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He said she was a flower
and so he buried her in the dirt
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Greedy you
Stupid me
I'm running on
empty
I still give whats left of me
to greedy you
from stupid me
Dip into
the honey pot
take the rest
of what I got
I'll still give the rest of me
to greedy you
from stupid me
Just for the smile
behind your eyes
I would tear the moon
out of the skies
and give the very best of me
to greedy you
from stupid me.
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So low all the resources of my soul
and I run on all but empty as I go
dreams remind me of what it's like to feel
head be quiet...oh heart be still
sleep evades me as I toss and turn
thoughts race, and undulated desires burn
all my resolve washed away like sand
my body once a temple, now a shipwreck, unmanned
Sleep sweet sleep escape tomorrow
drown in tears for all my sorrow
gag me with a stick
play the worlds smallest violin
swimming in the sick
the game, the player, the pawn of men
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If you were oxygen,
then my body would be hypoxic
if you are love
then your love is toxic
if you are a dream
you surely will not come true
perhaps I am a dreamer
though, more likely, a fool
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You opened your mouth, to shoot out daggers
when I turned my back to you
What a cheap shot... you coward
spit your cutting words at me
and watch me heal faster than you can cut
I am not one to be whittled
And now I have new armor
so you can not cut me again
I bleed for me alone now
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