You tie my tongue up.
While I may have dived to the depths,
And scaled to the top,
You turn
This mind spotless.
And the rest of me
Into an obscure, inanimate office cactus
In the corner.
I should be better than this.
After all
I have wandered across
And met many.
But rather badly
I play stoic,
I play cool,
I play idiot.
Can you not hear the thuds that beat wild
And the veins that gush with flux?
To be this alive is vile and loud.
So go away,
While I desire
The myth of you.
For now,
I will take this much.
You tie my tongue up-
In more good ways than one.
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