As the days pass by, you stare at me with greater disdain.
As the days go by, you inch closer. A feeling of retreat.
Dejected? Perhaps. Reflect upon oneself, you must.
As joy floods my heart, ease fills my mind.
As words become light images, restored withal.
As pain sears me away from it all, i urge in anguish.
Define what it was, is and will be.
Change the way i am, the way you are.
Anymore would be an under-requirement.
Voluble, Resentment, mixed together at once.
Troubled, yet sure of my expectancy*.
Refine, Undermine, Align - Get in line.
Coincidentally Cynical.
*expectancy does not equate my pregnancy. i dont know how that even happens to me..
dont get me wrong, i'm esctatic today. non-sarcastically. (:
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