the misplaced events of your youth
staring into the eyes of truth
last call, lost loves and spinning in circles
imagination lit up and spread like wildfire
sex in the morning: the brightness of imperfect flesh
this does not exist.
mutual admiration, respect and shared secrets.
the uneven flow of things
the lack of and the wherewithal
the corrosion in your smile;your personality
flaws and perfection
impractical and logical
ties that bind, like handcuffs, duct tape and rope.
(I can't breathe)
I am watching this, you, us from a distance and it's all so simple
but complicated, still.
crash and burn, crash and burn
meet you on the otherside.
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