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I Just Can't




I’ve loved you too many times;
Count the ash you flick
Weigh it off the tray
The brisk of smoke you burnt
You’ll find it behind

I’ve showed you too many times;
Under the façade of ignorant
Exists as your well-known safety net
In the cursive gap after your tiring hour
There will be discovered the longing

I’ve wrote you too many rhymes;
Right after you left
Even months later you fill the hole in your soul
On this one I’d rather stop myself from using
A repetition of similar sounding words
Which is the only way I know well
To keep you alive from inside

Let this be weird
From the way it sounded
Let this line of shit betrays
My will to hide my own ash

Oh fuck, I did it again
How do I get out of this love chain?
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