Oh baby it's been a long time, but I can still feel your pulse and the vibration of your veins beneath the thin skin you always wore around me. Precious, sort of, how you tried to protect me and my innocence from the ugly inside of you, as if I wouldn't discover him soon enough. The only real tragedy is that I still found it beautiful and you didn't let me, yeah I love mistakes, flaws are the only thing that reminds me how true and real and perfect we all are. The way we move, our bones aching with each forward motion beckoning us one and a half backwards motions, and it's like damn - eventually you realize you aren't really getting anywhere and neither is anybody else, so we might as well all fail together and enjoy the view as it descends on us. You were so pretty that night, it's like the clouds surrounded the sun at the perfect moment and perfect angle just to show me how you look from the inside out, to illuminate the beautiful parts of you that you simply won't allow us to see for ourselves. Don't hide, it looks bad on you. Share a little more, I mean if you want to take your shirt off I'm not going to stop you but that also isn't what I'm asking. No I won't act like I didn't go along with the games, of course I did, we all do. You crossed your X's where my O's should have been and the playing board got all sorts of screwed up, but who's to blame? And what about when it boils down to drawing up a new one or scrapping the idea of playing all together? I'm a horrible artist but I'm not too proud to try, and your attempts at apathy are hilarious, really. Nobody doesn't care about anybody else that much or that little, whichever you prefer. I know. So next time you're laying there alone in bed wondering where the hell you fucked up so royally, stop asking yourself that and give me a call. I'll be more than happy to guide you.
Soundtrack:
Stillness & some crickets outside my window and I'm like, shut the hell up crickets we're trying to sleep here!
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