if we fall for a person who reminds us of the parent we have unresolved issues with:
why?
I am in love with a boy
who loves to hear the sound of his own voice
his words have quite detail,
but I catch him rambling on
and on
and
on and
on til I just can't take it.
I don't talk as much as I used to
I refuse to be my father's daughter
I refuse to let my words turn into rambles
I've spent the longest months
trying to find out why my poems are
getting shorter
The answer has been in the blood I've been given
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