Normal Like me is hard to be,
and I thank you for trying,
to be not you, slowly killing you, slowly dying.
You are loved in a sense you won’t see.
You are loved in a way I could never be.
In the dark with me, you survive,
yet you’ll never thrive,
I could never give you what you need to be alive.
So hold me, as we sleep, as we weep,
You are who I want and yet cannot keep.
-Same as the previous poem, “Last Bet”.
This is the last set,
My last bet,
Stay calm my lovely pet.
Don’t worry, don’t fret,
I’ll be like I was, the day we first met.
My words meaning more in deep quiet,
Shuddering at the onset,
Screaming for my own debts,
My mind flowing like a faucet,
Caught up in my own net
Yeah, this is my final set…
The final droplet,
The last ride in my love jet.
- Written last night, the 4th of November, or was it the 5th already since i believe it was after midnight? I don’t know. Aplaya had this band that was so bad I just has to write distract myself. They played a mean version of “Crazy Little Thing Callled Love” though.
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