& when I said I knew what you meant,
I wasn't lying. I understand every pulsing vein,
every chipped tooth,
every one night stand.
Not because I can overuse another phrase and say,
     "been there, done that"
but because I feel what you feel,
and whatever you're made of
(whatever makes up your rythmic
b r e a t h s
and zig zagging mind)
and what I'm made of,
is the same.

I cannot say that I have lived my life peering
d
o
w
n
the side of a mountain,
or that I have looked death in the eyes,
but just because I am not as familiar with the smell of Jack or the sting of  *****, does not classify me as boring.

I do not need your petty, objectifying poisons to feel like I'm on top of the world.
All I need if you.

I wish you could say the same.