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Too fragile to be broken, too empty to be lost,
Too timid to feel anger, to breathless to be broke.
Too beaten to feel pain again, too lonesome to fill pages,
Unable to be seen, to dress according to your ageing fables.
Too sensitive to stand your strength, too late for joy, too God-forsaken,
Too torn for recreation.
But that’s just words and you don’t care for music, do you? Do you care?
We are two, we dine in different places, are passengers on empty stations,
Share a lifetime but stay separated.
Too lonely to be looked upon, too tender to behold.
Too brave to carry on, too riddle to be solved.
Ashamed to be a man, too trembling for your gazes,
Too shadow to be handsome, too filthy to feel grace.
But that’s just words and you don’t care for music, do you? Do you care?
We are two, we dine in different places, we’re passengers on empty stations,
Spend a lifetime when the night comes,
Save our hearts, spare our words
Till our days have gone.
Until things separate us.
Too hungry to feel safe.
Still starving to be free.
Too far for more than brief exchanges, too close to be replaced by strangers,
Unable to the bone.
Too numb to hurt, to full of fear to yearn, too hurt to trust your heartbeat.
Not great enough to fall and too afraid to live again,
So Why Do You Hate Me With Your Love?
But that’s just words.
But that’s just
Words.
We are two, we dwell in different spaces, we’re passengers on empty stations,
Spend a lifetime when the night’s come,
Save our hearts, spare our words
Till our days have gone.
Till the day things separate us.
A side note left on rotten tables:
Why Do You Hate Me With Your Love?
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