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Vicious cycle

It's just a drink

Batting eyelashes

Stuck in the headlights of your bullheaded vehicle

I should expect road **** but my legs stand trembling

The rev of your engine

Your cigarette smoke threatening me with its twisted claws

Your words are as empty as the fog

That creates our love

That should've been aborted when you first held me in your arms

 

It's too short for all of this

I watched you lag your dusty luggage across desolate lands

Zion seemed as close as your face the night we decided to look at each other for the very first time

Zion my river

My albatross

Yes I walked atop your river

And found your empty bottles floating around my ankles instead

 

Ill trade you my legs if

Helps you stand

As proud as the podium I know

Exists for you

And my god

I love you

Please believe me again

 

If the sky looks too scary

I know honey brown eyes

Glazed hams that remind me of dinners

And talk that was as fake as the branches on our immortal Christmas tree limbs

The three sharp spokes in my fork seem better fitting for veins and empty palms

Then this plate floating on a table of balled up fists and brittle finger nails

 

Find your rooftop and yell my name

Ill extend my fingers like vines

Crawl down me

Lay me on the floor

Our shallow breathing will find its way through our lungs again

Don't apologize my darling

My purpose

Zion is this sidewalk we're sprawled across the day I thought you found salvation in the sidewalks menacing cracks

This blood never did me any good until I felt your chest beat life into me

I tell you

I said

******

I tell you

I cried

We don't have to speak any more

We'll rock to the sway of the mellow breeze and find our balance when our eyes find one another's

 

I tell you

I cried

 

My body never had a better purpose

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