We met at the junction of your misery,
both high-strung and molars grinding like toothache.
Maybe it was my fault
Or maybe it was your folly,
But neither you nor I were aware
that this was a swath that brought us to our disrepair.
I should've known better,
I should've handed you my resignation.
Even heaven knows you've always had a palisade mouth;
sharp edges with misspent words,
teeth kisses with minor incision.
But we were shipwrecks coalesced by force,
fate's own masterwork where devils meddled their crooked hands in the ***
Like a time bomb awaiting to explode,
we were in for our imminent destruction.
But I had nowhere else to go.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
We met at the junction of your misery,
both high-strung and molars grinding like toothache.
Maybe it was my fault
Or maybe it was your folly,
But neither you nor I were aware
that this was a swath that brought us to our disrepair.
I should've known better,
I should've handed you my resignation.
Even heaven knows you've always had a palisade mouth;
sharp edges with misspent words,
teeth kisses with minor incision.
But we were shipwrecks coalesced by force,
fate's own masterwork where devils meddled their crooked hands in the ***
Like a time bomb awaiting to explode,
we were in for our imminent destruction.
But I had nowhere else to go.
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