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Arguing with You Arguing with Me

May we?

By Kennee MariePublished 5 years ago 8 min read
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Misunderstanding, too easily being misunderstood. All from a fling.

A fling with a wild thing, from a feeling. Because of the situation though it was all but just a seeming, to a heart impaled situation.

Therefore the causing of a misrepresentation. Often in which an impeding reason becomes consuming.

Over fascination of having a feeling; for some crazy wildling. It was supposed to be fun!

Slow, just not to jump the gun, what's the harm, before going in atomically cocked and loaded. Causing all emotions to erupt-being exploded.

All over the place; have it been seen the wild look on a face. Have we fallen from grace. Not looking for trouble, although hot, and on the double.

They assume a fumble, a whispered mumble, feeling eluded.

Whilst she should have stayed humble to herself - he should have kept it in his mouth, as shortly after all the adrenaline they hosted drained from all the strain.

Before it all started taking its toll; they both should have slowed their roles. The foundation of this creation.

That of what once was a love at first sight, was made, they should have traded their indecision.

Who knew that the pain inside her and the confusion in him. Alerting their sense's ... flight of fright.

Electrically full of energy, butterflies in each stomach; whilst he was falling out of the open sky, she fell into him.

Remembering only for a moment only after all that they're young and dumb, all jacked up, hair straight back, before the fact the issue becoming shit out of luck, stuck.

Nary a tear fell, even when her eyes swelled. It pushed her to smile, denial swept across his mind.

What was he looking to find out of this magical meeting of two hearts beating.

In his backseat getting heated. Defending honour as passion, is to now why they’re both goners.

But to get the hearts, to beat in formation.

Now that would be the perfect information that could of guided, thee exact, surging enchantment; needed to sustain the smile that could honestly take them a mile .

Too bad since they each thought they were on their own. Regrettably two separate illuminated sparks like twin flames both fallen weak from games.

Blown out, by breath that was drawn, long and deep filling each cavity of trial and error.

Reaching for that intangible, unspoken decided affliction.

Like the pull of a magnet now reversed. Once attracting and impacting. Shame selfishly knocked on the windows and, in it goes.

Watch as it washes over. Now entirely hung in the close; but yet still distant sight. Never really belonging to one another.

Yet feeling real, just to have fate steal it all away. Day breaks, stopped dead at the gates of that has and had too happen to such devotion.

Two hearts bloated with emotions. Go through the motions. Fear is the negative force, too focused on, careers, guilty pleasure, and one's loneliness.

Unity broken, so much for that beautiful token called chance. The chance at her, having that chance of him.

So is this where I’m to begin . Just when you thought it was fin, now unveils the game of the story.

Surely there are some people who don’t know what to do about the feelings that they encounter not to sure how to embrace it.

Not ever sure if they can live up to that potential that’s essential for words to express without causing you to end up nodding off.

Hanging in the balance between my and their. Where do we live. My or their ? Fiat is fair in love and war .

So furthermore take all the writing off the wall and clothing from the door ditch it all.

Don’t you worry, enough about it. Just face it.

It’s time to fall don’t you worry you're not a porcelain doll.

But watch how you land when you’re done finding out while he was falling out of the sky that you were drifting deeper into him .

Put that heart on a limb too just barely skim the top off and on since yesterday’s break of dawn .

You may have heard it all before but fret not still got it.

So don’t you worry. Next time you’re in a hurry take it slow don’t steal the show.

Cause it’ll all be over again soon and then when it’s time for send you should really just push end.

Send that with a big fat sit on that and rotate.

From now on only fixate on your own pulsate and escape the inevitable fate . Fate of hate by fraud.

Remember you are young and lost more words to be sung in sunshine having a fun time just keepin mind your nobody's fool.

So never mind whose ,other point of view caused you to have imperfections.

With self reflection inner mind this to me.

It is passion, it is beautiful and flows;

In response: Everyday, I walk deeper.

In tomorrow; as I leap into his green eyes again and again. Too his lips resting on my forehead.

While his loud snores, sound in my ear, as I sleep ever so soundly! I’ve a belief, of that, I have found, someone that exponentially reaches out to the savage that I harbour inside.

In conjunction; too soon are the feels.

The longer you wait, the more harder it will be. That is to set her free.

Judgment, it’s safe to say you’re faking; for the purpose of making a moment, of happiness. Denying for lack of trying.

She was crying and you couldn’t help but second guess. Yes, she’s a total A mess.

Yes, is the hardest part. You like her but, there’s always a but; you can’t believe how unstable and with no direction.

Although she’s full of affection, deriving from being damaged, has made her stronger. If her life, without being that exact way.

She would never have learned to pray. It’s very overwhelming, especially when; she’s so used to getting hurt, left – screwed over of course.

Hark too, how hard it is to not sink into emotional or moral sensitivity. In regard to personal dignity.

Holding back, trust this to be imperative; just matter-of-fact.

How hard it is to not sink into emotional or moral sensitivity. Operand this emotional attack. Attempts resolution.

Yet still come up short. Strive, so you both, can arrive and get past, your not so distant and distance past.

Disillusion this blindsiding; not sure what’s hiding.

Proclaim the blast a fast action, satisfaction, caused a reaction. Top shelf recounts, objurgate self.

Thwarted, on the brink of a mind for breakthrough? So, called to the resemblance. Whose meaning is it, to explain pertaining feels?

Is this in vain; she’s far from plain-Jane. More like ballistic, artistic, with rhythm. Bump, pump, thump.

She is a studied, passive grump. Sadistic, pessimistic, and sometimes overly unrealistic.

Socially awkward; contrary to Omnifarious. Equivocal articulation, impetuous to be subtle.

Yet feeling helpless, self projected for life is hectic.

Selfishly hell-bent, not one thing is planned. Not sure of “who” is in command. For only spontaneity, are you in control?

“Skepticism will gradually diminish and your fear will turn to love… All art was modern” said by Nicholas Serota.

For may it be; at the helm of this war ship, then yes. She had burst upon him so unconventional.

Feeling defeated, and in-completed, trying not to be repetitious, as to alarm him. Is this pure bliss?

The operation of the mind by which one becomes; aware of thought or perception, including: mental processes of acquiring the signs.

Causing – pause, rewind, eject, reflect.

The wonder of rejection is failure. It’s difficult to become, when trying not to be.

Irresponsible.

Axes’ could fall on the neck, but, What is it? Revisit just how, as a whole; it is diss-representative.

Thine a statement is.

Forgive. The past. Of each past.

So both shall live in harmony.

If you only exacerbate five percent..

Thence surely, deftness, will elude, and thence as incomprehensible, forever flummoxed.

To give your all; is more of a regard, than being lethargic. Isn’t it? Confusion from being blind, whilst someone is being real.

How mote it be? Kneeling down before the hand that’s dealt. Let it be felt. Be non-solvent.

What’s inside; is who she’s been trying to hide. From having not a feeling of herself, accomplished.

Being in a state of real. It’s only the fakest expression of worry. Take a shot. So, she’d put it out there.

Where as, to be fair, pause, thinking disbelief as too being a square. It reveals you to yourself.

Ocularly as when standing and viewing in the mirror.

A reflection for when she looks into his eyes; seeing perfection.

Only carefree, Gentle, Intellectually, staring right back at her. A whole soul. Wise within the measures of his experience.

In this universe they live the different lives.

Albeit still very attainable, for a matter of fact.

Of that pure undeniable kiss- being the reason.

1. As to why she’s confronted with treason of her own contradiction, mind over matter, although as they say “It don’t matter”.

Time is fickle shame is felt because she melts.

No problem as was thought to be over all predominated.

Thus enabled her too quell, heretofore proclaimed tumult. Aye, afraid, is scary. Genial being new, let it be.

Way too few can just extinguish past shock. Gaining grip. Yes at last. As he reshapes; she once again melts. This is the ode to be.

Once separated and individual, now joined, why what was heartfelt; in the past affectionately- tender, carefree beautiful, each so fond.

Both all but once felt humbled, shall, can and will invite a brand new bonded exchange of much sought after optimism.

When creating a home it’s not of what you have but of who you have.

Creating a magnet drawing such amazing things in life. Toward everlasting understood, harmonious waves shared of him with her. Her of him.

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Kennee Marie

I've lived from east coast to west coast to Quadra island Canada 🇨🇦 Just trying to let my thoughts become bigger than me.

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