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i've been meaning
to tell you

i've been meaning
to say

but i don't want
to burden you

with the feelings
at play

i want to be heavy
and ask for your heart

i want to be needy
and ask when we'll start

i want to know from you
what keeps us apart

but things keep getting
in the way

the world
the crime
the sickness
the dime

the time never is right
for us

is the push to-gether
to weather every obstacle

worth all that's possible
to make us us?

i wonder

(see)

sorrow

sorrow

(or "trying to write normal in a how to write your stress away class")

sorrow makes everything

look dull and dusty

it smells like rain that

was not needed (or wanted)

it tastes like a large pill

that never dissolves

it sounds like a buoy swaying 

needlessly warning

it feels like old corduroy 

on a very hot day

when sorrow takes over

i can't see the sun

(much less the trees)

it's the hole i've dug 

deepest

in the land of my emotions

no potion can take me

away from the blue

(true)

reality

i'm in a spot
where

there's nothing
i can control

nothing
i can predict

nothing
i can do
but try
to be me

and even if
you walk away

at least i have
the sanity

of knowing
my reality

before the dream
ends

(be)