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stomach doesn't want me to head home
balled up and adamant that
i will stay and pose no threat
no way i can go home to you yet
i'll be sick with danger till i get there
i wish i could be glad for
the sun and wind and that i have blue eyes
i am wasting space on curb and paper
maybe i'll try being lonesome later
my best friend said that that might be
a worthwhile endeavor
5 minute poems aren't keeping me happy and empty
they always kept me safe when i was angry
cigarettes are still no solace
light another because it promised
to still me
and when someone homeward passes by
i'll meet his eye
and tell him everything is just fine by me
you're the only one to whome a lie is a sin
and today is one more day i can't begin to tell the truth
you should be my wife
and my mother
you have been sister and brother
songs don't still me like they used to
still don't move me like they move you
when i've run out of space i will be done
will i roll on as restless as i've been for all these years?
you were supposed to be the one to stop me
you were supposed to take your hands and hold me
but you can't even look at them
the way i do
i never thought i would be such a threat to you
i could do anything and do it all for free
i thought you were the one for me
but my head and stomach are just egging on
my boundless bounding heart
to face the sun and faces all alone
as if we were really sure
it would make me happy
tell me
am i running or waiting?
if i tell the truth
is there winning and losing?
and am i bright enough to know
if this is change
or just the same old shit
on this new day?
olivia bitting 2000

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