Counterfeit

from cyborcosmic - Wednesday, October 20, 2004
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This is describing the fear and attachments of a kind of conterfeit love for another person and it compares it to the attachment of the past

"True Love is found in transience, not in respite"

-Cyborcosmic

On occasional sleepless nights,
Turning with tension,
Fortressed in fright

Thinking:
When I am alone with you
What is there left to share
When I take all there is in you

Because:
I want to hold you
I want to hold on to you

If only:
I could travel lightly
The journey wouldn’t weigh me into you
So tightly

I tried to let you go
To forget you're all I know
To realize there is nothing left to talk about

Even when my mind shuts out my heart
Controls all my feelings for you
Tells me what I don’t want to believe:
That there is nothing left for us to see,

My heart still sings its dreadful song
Of loss and fear of what’s beyond
It needs an audience to hear its cries
It craves a person for comfort and love:
A counterfeit feeling that never dies
When there is nothing more for us to feel

There is so much I ask of you
There is so much to overwhelm you
It isn’t fair to burden you with feelings so heavy
I try to unload them,
I try to unload you.

Through retrospection:
I try to let go of all that is robbing me
I try to let go of all that is killing me;
Through these years of change

You still resurface like my fear
Fighting it only brings it near.
My attachment waits to be satisfied
While slowly dying on the inside.