he was summer fire and hot flashes
and wondering wondering wondering
he was hesitation and ego inflation and
playing with matches
she is oxycontin and sleeping till three
a side thought lodged in the frontal lobe
less than real, more than a dream
she is just half of a need
he was internalized self-hatred
that was realized too late
he was affectation and frustration and
too much dead weight
she is not enough time
not close enough to feel yet
close enough to touch
she is some, but not quite enough
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
he was summer fire and hot flashes
and wondering wondering wondering
he was hesitation and ego inflation and
playing with matches
she is oxycontin and sleeping till three
a side thought lodged in the frontal lobe
less than real, more than a dream
she is just half of a need
he was internalized self-hatred
that was realized too late
he was affectation and frustration and
too much dead weight
she is not enough time
not close enough to feel yet
close enough to touch
she is some, but not quite enough
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