Hurt
Never saying what's on my mind
holding it back for another time
civil minded, right wing guided
Politically blinded, completely misguided
Another label, under the table
misunderstood, so I sit here and brood
What more could possible be done
when your first instinct is to get up and run?
Going in circles, falling apart
removing this undershirt
to the naked hurt,
Now you see the mess I'm in
Time doesn't heal all wounds
some life experiences
forever stay in bloom
hidden in some darkened room
The whites of these eyes are pathetically scarred,
Couldn’t stand to reason any further
spoken words become incoherent murmurs
Breathing deeply , the exhaust from a million cars
What I assumed was untouchable and sacred
is just an impure thought
quite ordinary and jaded
So pure and white and fake
like artificial sweetener
too sweet to the taste
Maybe I'll come back to this
Maybe this is all there is
The word flow has cauterized
until the next time this heart opens wide
mathiasthom
written 4/11/10
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