There are a lot of things I can't have:
You
Your love
Your care.
I shouldn't be allowed your smile
Or to ask you truth or dare.
I shouldn't be given your warmth
Or your adoration;
I can't be trusted with precious things
They're my annihilation.
I want you so badly
But I haven't earned you yet.
I did a lot of things
That maybe I regret.
I want to make it right
But every time I try
I only make it worse;
I have no alibi.
The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old
I dreamt
it was next year
everyone I loved was there
tall chairs
light work
not reality
everyone
perfect
I woke up and I felt his love
butterfly wings against my cheek
My dread of math -
infinite.
Why must it be so complicated?
Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets
but it's not the boss of me.
Because there is no math reasoning.
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