Perhaps the dramatic me never left the building
Perhaps the wild me was simply me
An animal can be tamed, but do they ever lose their instincts.
What kind of damage would I cause this time.
That heat has not lived inside me for so long.
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There is ritual
There is tradition
There is the game
And there is the truth.
All the world is a stage.
I’d like to be myself
my whole self
To say it. To be it.
All the hurt
And all the loss
I can’t be sure
What the right thing is.
It is and it isn’t. It’s a loop hole. It’s an exception. Maybe. It’s an excuse. It’s an opportunity. It’s a choice. It’s a thing.
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Maybe I should have just one glass of wine. I went swimming. He got high. We are travelling in slightly different directions.
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The smoke filled air
Creates a haze
Erasing the smell of her
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I could still be playing a part
I might just be angry
It could be that I have changed
It could be that this is just me
Possibly it is because I am fed up
And maybe I have no use
For being an object of aggression.
The clock stopped ticking a while ago.
She’s not the one I could see myself with, but there is something about the way she hangs around.
She is like that pair of shoes.
I loved them, but they never went with anything.
I’d have to buy a whole new wardrobe –
Change my style.
Fuck though
I really liked those goddamn shoes.
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