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"reality"
Losing my grip
on this thing
called “reality”
something I've never really had
not entirely
I need to find
an anchor
something to
cling to and
hold me in place
so I don't float away
on this vicious turmoil of chaos
I need a
steady rock
to drag me to the bottom
and drown me with love
I think I may have
found it...
this “reality” is too much
for me
it suffocates me
in madness
and throttles me
with hands made of
sadness and pain
so I escape to my
realm of distant fantasies
waiting for “reality”
to creep up on me like
unwanted company
and rupture my sweet moment
the moment my heart was
swollen to its fullest
because I think I found him
I think I've found my
rock of security
my anchor in this vicious sea
this boy that seems to complete me
and hide me from “reality”
he aides my sick fantasies
and carries me when I need it
and he keeps the pain at bay,
briefly
but behind his back in every shadow is
“reality”
waiting to find me.
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