you are v. 2

you are everything

you are everyone

you are every cliche

you are the sun,

you are the stifling heat

that cannot be escaped

you are valentines cards

misdirected and misshaped,

you are hotmail,

you are myspace,

you are my face,

hungover and exhausted,

you are lost kids,

you are something that was fun,

you are not getting shotgun,

you are beer

that's been in the sun

too long,

you are a sad song,

that's not been made better,

you are the hole in my sweater,

or my pockets,

you are the chalky sugar that's

passed off as rockets,

you are the first drummer of the beatles,

you are evil,

and i don't mean that jokingly,

you are choking me,

like turtlenecks,

or high stake bets,

made on the wrong team,

you are what seems like

a good idea at the time,

you are past tense,

you are jeans caught in the fence

preventing teens from sneaking in,

you are cold wind on a dry winter's day,

you are Coldplay's last two albums,

you are too much talcum powder

you are convenience store flowers,

you are forced,

you are hoarse

voices in place of song,

you are wrong,

you are the weakest link,

you are outdated references,

you are beverages,

that have lost carbonation,

you are hesitation

that leads to regret,

you are the new york mets,

you are first impressions

that i make on the elderly,

you are Beverly Hills Chihuahua,

you are foie gras,

you are aqua

and their music in my head,

you are cold beds,

warm beer,

empty freezers,

old tears,

fake appeasers,

new fears,

you are the moments

when it feels like no one's near,

you are searching for Waldo for hours,

you are any buildings "bigger" than the cn tower,

you are fake,

you are first date awkward silence,

you are last date awkward silence,

you are violence,

you are hybrid suvs,

you are bees,

you are black flies,

you are forgetting an event is black tie,

you are something nice to forget,

you are socks that are wet,

you are the slow driver in the left lane,

you are fame,

you are fleeting seconds

never to be recaptured,

you are the man on the corner

screaming about rapture,

you are actors selling out,

you are stains on a couch,

you are lost remotes,

you are failed attempts to save face,

you are everything

that has ever graced

this time and space,

here and above,

you are everything,

you are love...

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