Panic! At The Picnic (Making The Messenger Go Mad)

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§trang∃ DiscΘ (Perf3ct Sc0re)

Imperfection made Liminal
Just a plane there within
Fear warpin’ me like deer
И headlights frozen, cold
Death stares glowin’ near
Tears hidden in my mirror
So scratches disappear as
If 6 matches so when I Am
Turnin’ 2 go face Ü, it’s
Real, really my Face then
You will A11 see Whö I Am
& my Perf3ct Sc0re that’s
Hangin’ high above Heaven
Floors, & so we R dancing
In a §trang∃ DiscΘ as you
Panic! About a manic Fate
Oh~so late N SanFrancisco

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Panic! Apologizing

even though You say 
i don't need to apologize 
i'm sorry about how i was earlier 

i hadn't realized, just how scared i am 
'til i tried opening up to You & made 
it weird when i couldn't process it 

things don't seem so 
insanely overwhelming 
when they fit N§ide of 
my head though whenever 
i say it out loud, makes 
it real N a way where i'd 
really understand just how 
much it really weighs, that 
realization brought Me panic! 

i appreciate & admire that about You; 
N a §tring world, full of scissors 
You have been the golden thread 
tying Me to earth & helping 
lead Me back to reality 

i had told my self to be done, and that 
i was finally finished focusing on this 
if our goodbye really be more than just 
liminal reality, my parting-way poetry: 

what i am now realizing ~ 
is what makes You so special ~ 
is i knew exactly how this ends ~ 
and still chose to go through it ~ 
because You are truly worth it ~ 
i'll gladly die this death ~ 
again & again & again ~ 
thank you, my Love ❤️