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Bluelighter
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Love’s Attempt to Heal 2/10/01
**Love walks in**
Get the hell out of my mind!
Don’t make me do it again.
Don’t make me crouch over
Hands cupping my ears
Eyes shut
Tears squeezing out
Jaw clenching
Grunting to muffle the screams as they are released…
You want to fix me?
Go ahead, fix me
You’ll need more than a staple gun and glue to put it back together, you know.
You just can’t do a patch job and leave.
It can’t hold together anymore.
There is little in there.
Only speckles of what used to be,
My former self, you know – that guy…
Thought he had it…found what everyone dreams of…
What all the books and philosophers talk of…
Fireworks in the sky, whoohoo, what a myth that was –
You still remember that day?
Or did you forget.
All the banter she spoke.
Those kiddie pool shallow promises
Friends?
Oh yeah
Anything said till you left.
So much bullshit to not strip away all the hope you had,
Have you ever heard to St. Jude?
He’s the patron saint of lost causes.
Lost cause is right.
Wasting time, energy and space for that “feeling” you wanted,
See where it got you?
The fetal distress of your consciousness,
Spiral bouts of vertigo.
Such a futile course – wasted breathe.
So go, keep your tools in the box
Don’t start
Leave me be,
I’ve learned my lesson
I’m much better off hollow…
**Love walks out**
**Love walks in**
Get the hell out of my mind!
Don’t make me do it again.
Don’t make me crouch over
Hands cupping my ears
Eyes shut
Tears squeezing out
Jaw clenching
Grunting to muffle the screams as they are released…
You want to fix me?
Go ahead, fix me
You’ll need more than a staple gun and glue to put it back together, you know.
You just can’t do a patch job and leave.
It can’t hold together anymore.
There is little in there.
Only speckles of what used to be,
My former self, you know – that guy…
Thought he had it…found what everyone dreams of…
What all the books and philosophers talk of…
Fireworks in the sky, whoohoo, what a myth that was –
You still remember that day?
Or did you forget.
All the banter she spoke.
Those kiddie pool shallow promises
Friends?
Oh yeah
Anything said till you left.
So much bullshit to not strip away all the hope you had,
Have you ever heard to St. Jude?
He’s the patron saint of lost causes.
Lost cause is right.
Wasting time, energy and space for that “feeling” you wanted,
See where it got you?
The fetal distress of your consciousness,
Spiral bouts of vertigo.
Such a futile course – wasted breathe.
So go, keep your tools in the box
Don’t start
Leave me be,
I’ve learned my lesson
I’m much better off hollow…
**Love walks out**
