Garb Of Denial
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Sometimes I find myself at places
I never believed I'd end up again,
Like that very peculiar shred of brain wave
That signal directly to my heart
To pump in some blood,
And wait for it to explode!
That brain wave is curled up
In one of your "move on!" advises
Which I took for the love of god
And felt a lot better pursuing it,
Until the guy who held on and
Fell for my explosion
Was never really the cause of it...
He fell for the part of me
Still in love with you.
He felt like you would have felt
Had I not been so reckless with my vulnerabilities.
Yes, reckless, cause calm is also a pretentious
Garb of denial,
Goucher with holes of silence,
That ruffled with your skin
As our souls attempted to hug.
Sometimes I still cover myself with it
As a result of cold weather outside
Cutting edges with shivers
Running down my spines
Every time he attempts to hug me...
Though the garb still lodges in
Cracks of his heart...
But, he isn't skeptical to take
That one more step
To rip it off of me
And cover himself around
Shielding me from the chills of milieu
And melt the cold shivers of the core...
What a sweetheart
Still reminds me of you
The garb is shed but the holes
Are still to be sewed...