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It's always about someone else.
(It's always about you)

Blow Away

Dreams plant false fuckin' hope.
Woke up thinking I was actually holding your hand,
That you actually got back safe,
returned home.

Hacking away at forsythia branches,
Lunging over to try and re-
root themselves in the ground like
claws.
Sap freezing in the stems.
Dead.

Buckeye branches blowing hard,
blowing leaves.
"Oh, my darling. The leaves!"
Fly away like a cloud,
a dream,
lost like holding my hand,
Dream planting seeds like
stems on weeds,
false fuckin' hope planted deep.

Blow! Blow! Blow!
Wind throwing horse chestnuts in the air
like a spiky ball,
swing:miss;
Swing and miss.
Swingedandmissedagain
Hopin' again to see you again,
'll dream again tonight.

And, lo,

And you know how it is,
Same storyline written time and time,
10 people thinking the same thing,
that they're alone.

"And, lo, it was waste and void"
"תוהו ובוהו"
Chaos.

To the point where you jump every time the house creaks,
Or that you just need one more drink.
Makin' conversations with the sky and the
Clouds, because they've got more interesting
Things to say

Than a real
anyone.

Watching the ceiling fan until it stops,
because they each have the other,
one another
one another
each other.

Dancin' down the lines of the interstate hoping to see a big
crash.
Trucks come head on-
Deer fall head down.
Cycle turns, repeats.

Me encantaría correr,
Salir,
Dejarte aquí.

Just 4 more weeks.
Walking down a little more crowded streets
With places to go
and faces to meet
to leave you here
to rot, weep, hope
to leave.
Yo voy a despedirte.

And, lo, se me ha perdido mi oportunidad.

Until then,

Now on

Writin' in past tense from now-
Streets got too dark, I guess.
pushover- everything was yours anyway.
Problems lie in problems; lies from problems
spur more problems- lies.
Lying got the b-etter/est of me,
Y, a partir de ahora, estoy escribiendo en el tiempo pasado.