To You, on a Friday Night

To You, on a Friday Night

Dear You, The world is on fire and no one can save me but you That’s how it’s written In this moment it feels infinite and true And that, in itself, is a wicked game The world is on fire Knees on necks, sweat on backs Exhaustion, no air I am broken, I miss you I am torn My hurt cannot not equal the pain Borders that divide you and I break no ground on the ancient lines that have been scored Bore deep…

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To You, on a Thursday Night

To You, on a Thursday Night

Dear You, You love me passionately. We fuck passionately. We stand chins pointed high, lips brushing the sky, declaring “I love you” passionately. But I am not your passion. “Don’t ask me to choose.” But you’ve chosen. Our love and your work are not woven, Together. Your success is not my loss, But I’m afraid of the cost, And what it means when my side of the coin fails the toss. Heads. Face down in the dirt, It’s only me that I hurt. Seething…

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