I see through you : Human Clyde Grafinsolee↑ to the top
Wanting to believe the best, but leaving before facing the worse.
See through you two times two. Your bait is out. Your hook can't be set. I'll never bite, "You take the give." You fake the live". Free isn't all it's seen to be. You give only to take more back, not out of love, but like unto a penalty-sack. I'll rest early in the sack, as your far-lower than a pack-rat! Less than a out of whack-quack!
Attack me all alone. Your empty give, will never form a partnership. No matter how well you dress, "I see through you". You take the bad in the good that's not as yet perfect, and make it turn into sour-milk rather than cheese. Your off the wall so far, your pride won't let you accept grace.
You can't wait the wait, without hearing the knock, that uplifts. The knock-down, and the ten-count wasn't meant for all, least the one you called, your so called all and all. I love, my first love, first. You have no first love, first. Yours alone, to do the over-kill, and go beyond the knock-out. Accepting not, that the one hit was enough to win, by grace. Dangerously you reach wrongly towards your own way. The love isn't the judge, as you so think. Tried to bow down long enough, was never heard from your spirit.
You tempted me to make not a way, but your way, and yours alone. I could call no friends on the phone, nor cry a prayer out-loud. You wanted to put the play on love, that couldn't be for me, as one. To go beyond myself, is now better off, left to me and me alone, in love enough, for the one, without the two. To face up to the truth they say, is the first step. I'm on that step now, and praying to endure.
To fall over my own two feet, is a far better defeat, than the abuse of not knowing where I'll land should I fall in love again. I know it won't be your arms that catch me, so I move-on with at least some hope to help me. You can only burn the burn for so long. Love burns forever, and your burn isn't even worth roasting marsh-mellows in. The hits of lust, took away the trust. The first fist-hit, even without the bleed, left your love empty, and the glass could never be seen half full, least with blood unto real love.
Dieing on your own self-made cross. You sure looked good to you. I on mine, didn't look so well, but that made the difference. Words were beyond me, as your cold-fist made the hit, a hit with you again and again. I hear new music now, and eat better as each day passes, in a new world of ways. Thrown out of the nest in love. I remember the loving chastening, that kept me safe. Your chastisements were none such as these.
So swiftly with love on your wings, see the see through quickly. Your talents and love to share weren't meant to be narrowed down, by the narrowed minded. As a sparrow spare yourself, to fly high and free once again. Yes remember, the love that taught you how to fly, and flung you out without the abuse, to learn life from both sides now, without the suicide attempt.
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