There has always been twisted little

Things we never spoke of

Until I uttered the words…

“They’re beautiful, why hide away?”

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& when we lost our senses,

We articulated the abstract,

& for the hours that followed,

I was caught up in the rapture

Of subliminal hope &

You stood by my side

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When the time came to part,

I saw the tiny fragments

Give way to our largest mistakes,

& we were lost in loneliness again,

We pretended not to search, there,

Blinded by the pride we boxed,

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& I knew, all too well,

That we let our heads erase,

The path that made our way,

But still I can see a little,

Sparkle of the refuge light,

Tracing our entrapment,

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& I look forward to chasing

It, with or without you…

Just know that, I would

Rather have you here