Reflection Of

April 23, 2010
I'm unplugged,
but the electric shock is unbearable.

You try so hard to make it just right,
you say you want me,
but no slack is unraveled for me,
you're just wound so tight.

I can't figure out what,
your just a mirror of home,
to me,
you're like a sweetly bleeding cut.

So lovely and sweet,
yet down in the dirt you go on so offensively,
you care more than words can say,
for the very reason you can't tell me.

Don't say a word,
but don't walk away,
please don't try,
because I've already been allured.

Now you say you're alright,
but no one has ever found your cure,
no one has cared to try,
you always put up a fight.

You've always been the type to forget you're right,
to remember when it was all wrong,
and when we went wrong,
was just as you forgot to hold on.

This just isn't right,
how I love only a reflection of what used to be.

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