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If I listen closely I can hear this evening swallowing. But I am falling up my own ass and only perceive my drowning. Therein you lie inside my mind my mind of lies and disarray: Outwards you smile, inside you're frowning. 'Coz you and I are one and he and we are disavowing.

Innuendo. Is that dreaded milli-second before the icy shower water dishonors your spine Dissolving it into a million goosebumps. Making. You. Shudder and Gasp. Like a waking premonition That wailing alarm confirming the end of respite And the agony of Monday morning. Taking. You. To Task. So when your lopsided smile narrows into a stoic //We need to talk// look Deep within me, Someone says with calm quiet fore bonding //Heartbreak, Here You Are At Last.//

I want you because your fingers clear tornado skies by simply interlacing with mine I want you because nothing i did is ever as enormous as that //You're so silly// dimpled smile you reply my Nay-Sayers with I want you To petty-issue bicker with To Love you deeply To sidekick your every ploy On to every victory podium Or defeated ditch. I want you To want me To want you too.

Insecure, I hide beneath your feelings Uncertain of my own. You see though this anomaly started out Love as your eyes and sweet soft clasp confirm true, I remain Nowhere Anywhere. Trying to outrun every negative aspect of what we are beginning here together. Alas! Your reaction to said alleged Ex sows that cataclysm all cheated hearts know well. a.k.a the RED FLAG.

One sand-covered-candy afternoon When youth seemed sky-eternal-blue, A lunch break bell rang! And we all pored out to play. You were there. Amidst that laughter and play that only the infantile possess and dole out without measure, Everyone ran free! Alas the pre-clang tine of the bell's clapper innuendoed: the last of the mirth the end of reprieve the packing away of half eaten sandwiches doomed to the trashcan. I try to relive and fail how utterly carefree we were. i try to recall, and falter that You Are there Always. Embalmed in honey-dipped-nostalgia Of bygone years. My crayola-pinching-companion, You are there with me.