Mat Collishaw
Remove me from
Your list of intentions
I am not willing to impart
Without confession
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I have feasted on the shadow
Of your tongue as your words stagger
Prophetically over my apologies
We are not the fantasy I conceived
And you are not a man
Who can love genuinely
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Almost doesn’t captivate
The same way that forever does
Exception doesn’t mean
Half as much when
It’s an incurable condition
To be in the audience always
Waiting for the ovation to subside
That we may stand together, equal
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Denial intensifies appetite
In your presence the threat
Of neglect eclipses everything
I am nothing if your actions
Reflect your heart’s content
I am nothing if promises kept
Represent the value assigned
If I wait I will never consummate
My expectations in this life
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A half does not suffice
When I come
Completely willing
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