Push
I feel the physical strain,
A tense brow where you hide your pain,
Misguided eyes won't accept,
A heart so heavy in this deep debt,
You've paid your dues,
Still I won't make you choose,
Between me and your lonely mind,
I rather be left blissfully blind,
For I don't care to see,
All the ugly things of me,
So push, push me over the edge,
Driving in between us a painful wedge.
poem by Chyna Parker
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