at a certain point
not asking for help
becomes an invitation
to let new habits in
they sink their teeth
deep into my skin
so expectations
are forever lowering
forces conspire
though i’ve got big ideas
no matter how dog-eared
something you said
took four months to hit home
but now i am alone
and it takes hold
restraint is not a cure
it cannot close the door
i cannot close that door
i look upon its frame
the spirit starts to wane
and this is how the other half lives
the other half lives
sadness grows less frantic
maddeningly tantric
it growls and overflows
it envelopes
it threatens to congeal
promising to heal
and i am at my best unconcealed
desire is a curse that
depends on its reverse
i’m realising that’s so much worse
restraint is not a cure
i’m slipping through that door again
restraint is not a cure
i’m passing through the door again
the other half lives
it mercilessly persists
the other half lives
it mercilessly persists
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