There’re many things that keep me up at night, and two of them are you—

That’s what I want to tell you,
But cannot, since it’s not true;
(Truth is I just like to hear myself say it)
I sleep through most nights like a baby,
(Whatever that actually means)
And the rest happens all-round the day,
When I think over the means in which to start going all about it.

You pop in my mind when I feel that spark of awe, knowledge, and imagination.
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You pop in my mind when I think about them breaking reality and every concept we’ve ever had on our formation.

I have a love for you I’ll always call unconditional;
(I feel it creep you out to have it said out loud to you, when I do)
You have a witty, gentle nature, stronger than what most call strength,
And a clean mouth that pairs it well;
Or so I was thought to tell.

Could the truth maybe be somewhere in the middle?

I have a love for you I’d never call unconditional;
(I think it’d lead you on to hear it’d take on thoughtforms to you, that I do)
You have a pair of cultured demons with more trauma than any nightmares pack,
And a curious schizo mind that tames their link;
Or so I was told to think.

I took from your mouth that you thought this dimmed the outside.
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I took from your mouth that you felt opposed to us healing inside.

This was what you said you couldn’t do to me,
Yet did, since all were lies;
(Lie was you disliked admitting you thought them)
You woke these days unlike any other demons,
(Whenever these actually do)
Or any of those which are known to roam the night,
What you weren’t able to feel put a stop on taking any of it in:

—here no few things can bring you down from light, but the one in me that’s not I.