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Tuesday, 4 December 2012

you wanted the truth;

and to be honest
as i move
and on i go
i lose my inspiration
that burned
and marked me talented.
at fucking up my life
and composing
harmonies
of words
that just came together
and flowed
with the same smoothness
as syrup,
sickly sweet
for the emotions
that loud as a train
rode, and left
(or should i say made)
tracks on this
shallow thing i call
a heart,
but as i let
and off i go
i lose the thing
that may have meant the most
cause the symphonies
of words
and lines
hook, line
but i'm losing
the sinker.
the dead grip
of my heart
that captured your attention
cause baby,
what my heart wanted
was in between the lines
in on paper, in black
and in white.

but now sadness
is so special
and happiness
is so cliche

' find a new inspiration .
cause you raised my expectations
and i'm sick of being let down .'

fuck your expectations.
because for once
i don't care
about the pretty
things you want me to do

i was only inspired
cause i was let down
by you.

i was never enough
un-satified, right?
well now my smile is genuine
and i don't know why
you can't take it.

inspiration was needing you.
inspiration was needing you to need me too.
inspiration was loving you.
inspiration was the way your words crushed my soul
inspiration was your back facing me as i called for you.
inspiration was the phone never ringing.
inspiration was giving everything i could in hopes you'd be okay.

bye, inspiration.
i find some new cliches,
& pack them in my suitcase
and compose melodies,
of the life you never gave me.
because inspiration was also the way i felt alive

just kidding, i can't move on