Underdogs and Tidal Waves

Southside of Mellow
2012-02-04 20:39:30 (UTC)

Make haste or die trying

I have fallen out of love with what I am doing.
There is a conceit to take off, but I am shackled by commitments.
As if leaving the telephone off the hook, he speaks and I pretend to listen.
These words float in and out, they take no hold.
I have never been in love and have no gumption to begin to even try.
Whatever remaining sentiments have perished.
These lingering attachments are only sewn out of political affiliation.
There is no romance and I suppose there never has been.
It's arranged circumstances.

I'd prefer to cut ties,
move along.
I've been close to flagrant in my exploits.
I think he chooses not to see them.

My next venture could be perilous.
But at the same time, I don't care because I can feel something.
Whether it's irritation, desire, or just warmth all together, it's still something that makes the blood rush through my veins.
And even if this is foolish, perhaps I won't feel sorry about actual feeling a pulse.
I am in full understanding that this is nothing of any serious conceit, hence my hesitation to completely cut my ties.




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