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You Move Me

I would have written a poem with the title above
But he doesn’t move me
With him, I am either standing still or moving backwards
Maybe we just need to talk
Maybe that’s it
Or maybe we just need to have that one last talk and never try again
I mean the connection we have is so forced for me
No where near effortless
That’s what kills me
I don’t think I even wanna be with him
But then again, I don’t want to see him with anyone else
It’s his fault
I tried to let go but he pulled me back in
I finally put the train to a stop
But he chained himself to the door
Leaving me sacred, sad, mortified, and slightly miserable
No understanding of why this is so hard
He and I have known each other for what seems like forever
Or have we really known each other?
Or did we just tolerate each other?
I know I do
I’m a different person around him
An air-head
I lose myself
My words are overly explosive and I feel the need to be rude as hell
We may not have been meant to be together
He thinks we’re soul mates
I just think we’re mental room mates
We occupy each others thoughts for a season and then go our separate ways
Thoughts, dreams, and all
He is not in love with me
I know he just has to be delusional
Any man that has ever uttered those words to me was lying
He has to be too
Or maybe we just need to talk
Or maybe we just need to walk
Away from the situation
Away from any limitation
Of the growth of our lives
And the truth behind the lies
That say we two should form as one
And the fight for love is done
Because really it has just begun
No, I’m not making fun
I’m just telling the truth about how my life has just been a re-run
Of let downs of love, hope
When the pain wrapped around my neck a how many times I almost choked
And if the love we had was measured in wealth, how by now I’d be flat broke
I been broke
Sin broke
And when the glass cracks and you walk away, my heart will drop the ground and I’ll be thin broke
Cus I could give my all and have to walk you fall back and leave me still broke
I could take a chance on crying at not missing you but missing me
Missing the pieces you took from me
That good state of mind
Taking that chance on keeping this free
Or maybe we just need to talk
Maybe

(2013)

This is a Flow that turned into a Spoken Word.

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