which way

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CH Harvey

i keep myself up

past the last stroke on the broken clock

wondering when is too late really

listening to the ticking

never seems to get easier 

with the dawn of twilight fading

and I wait

frustrated and disappointed

willing this mind to change

something will change

waiting for the next shoe to fall

paired sideways with the last

crumpled bits of paper scatter the floor

my aptitude of deceiver and deception

fall short of my skillful wallow

lying to the only one that really matters

somewhere the map got flipped upside down
torn corners, matching torn discoveries

lost again, with no way of my own

listen

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the lovely Anastacia

I used to wear these shoes 

that never quite fit

wore them with vigor til the soles

fell out

I used to wear this necklace

the one with the unicorn

that I quickly grew out of

but could never let go of

A token

Gift

memory held of a lifetime

that I can't forget

regardless of the pool

I drown in

swimming, as I do

over hearing misheard conversations

watching words disconnect in the 

swirling of dissonant white noise

she spoke too loudly

so he wouldn't listen

but the conversation remained

the same