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Some type of twisted obsession

as my efforts were consistently unmatched

I kept reaching, trying to pick up the slack

Yet you’d rather fall off the cliff

claiming you accounted for this drift

this changing of winds yet I was too

grounded for such a shift

Too focused on the patterns we could hike

but somehow I embarked alone

one wheel, no trike
I, a lone cycle

telling myself over and over again there’s a

chance for our survival

Like One day he’d stop hurting able to

accept all that I have to offer

One day he being the highest bidder

explaining that he’d always considered

Loving me
Like one day