Follow your fingertips along a chain link fence until they get numb.
You're locked inside your own heart shaped box... while I'm losing
thought.
Your shirt was candy caned lines in red and white against clashing
patterns, bending in and out of my understanding. I was the rope that
broke when you were mid-air, swinging.
It's like a long walk down a dark alley with you and me. Roman candle hearts lighting the way. The only difference between a vision and a hallucination is the person offering the diagnosis. That's how I feel about us. Either way, at one point your eyes caught a glimpse of what we really are.
Look at us from far away. Third in line from the sun. As if the earth is waiting for its chance to get close and burn up the sky. We're all sitting on a star that never could.
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