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Intimidations of Infatuation
Accelerated accentuations of my infatuation,
Forgeries of Seratonin encourage instigation.
We move our feet, in fear of staying still,
Kiss to treat our unblemished hearts, and fill
Our dosage for another week.
It hovers on my tongue,
Begging to travel the way,
Of momentary fun,
Before returning to the day.
She stands there, hovering too.
Disgusted at what I have put her through.
She'll love me tonight, this I'm sure
Before we relapse into me a loner,
And her, a chore.
See during the days of normality,
We will sit at coffee, conventionally.
Will speak, but not really,
Truthfulness drowned in cursed conservatism.
Bordering on the truth, but not nearly.
Is it a worry that
illegality reveals us?
Falsifications will motivate trust
And erupt our suppressions at once,
Then as the sun rises, these truths turn taboo
And we will see ourselves as nothing but runts,
Weak to have let freedom grip us so tightly.
Now I’ll try to help her,
Tell her not to cut, whilst I bleed.
Ensure her mind doesn’t hurt,
Whilst mine burns.
I’m not sure why I want to aid,
I’ve been where she is, incisions made.
This gorgeous girl has endured,
Been used, depressed and lured
Into thinking little of herself.
Yet what she doesn’t know,
That I am too conservative to tell,
Her eyes calm my fires,
Douse my hell,
And when I make her smile,
The arm scars momentarily heal.
Don’t you dare assume love,
I’m too guarded for such invasions.
Infatuation is enough,
To explain this improbable occasion.
The night I won’t easily forget,
When we consummated our lust,
The one time truths weren’t fussed,
And words poured, no lies to inject.
It was a year before it occurred,
Thoughts only to predict,
Small talk could only have inferred
That each of us, a derelict,
Where we are mutually deterred
By the intimidation of infatuation.
