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Intoxicated

You answered just a little too fast.

It surprised me.

I haven't seen you in about a year,

And I am realizing I've missed you.

It surprised me.

The last time I saw you,

And the time before that,

You were intoxicated.

It surprised me.

I haven't seen you in about a year,

And I am realizing what you are to me.

It surprised me.

You are a dress without hems or seams.

I hardly know you but you are beautiful.

You are the bullet in the rotating cylinder of the gun to my head.

You dig through my skull and explode my amygdala.

And force me to love you.

You are the jam in the barrel as I pull the trigger.

I fell to the ground in realization:

You both killed me and saved me.

It surprised me.

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Written by
natalie-przybyla
American
Published
Mar 21, 2014
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