Closing the mind out to what seems like a hallucination,
mind playing games with feelings
the heart/head complex!
the head knows a lot but you don't like to listen
squeezing and squeezing
till all thats remaining of reality is bitter drops,
that never seem enough.
And you wish you had just a little more.
The illusion of togetherness, or not.
Trying to find anyone to put the blame on,
as long as its not you.
Convincing yourself that you did all you could
and that somethings are the way they are
words written on sand.
Your life written on sand?
washed away not by the waves of everydayness,
but, by the few drops of illusions
that poisoned the heart
or saved it from drowning.
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