In the shadows always lurked a deeper, separate fear.
Before I had been afraid of robbers and thieves, but now
that didn't p h a s e me
At first it wasn't about what lurked behind alley ways or what waited for me when I got home
it was the way his hair moved ever slightly in the wind, and it was about how soft his lips were.
His hair still blows, but whenever he comes over I try not to have his lips touch me because I know what comes after.
In the midst of it all, hurricanes and bruises, we find a certain harmony.
A harmony that usually ends in him downing a bottle, and me downing three Advil.
With faces made of puddy, we danced through crowds, molding to the atmosphere whenever it was necessary.
We we came home the masks came off, and I fought to survive once again.
Then, when I saw the sunrise, bloodied and broken I surrendered my life to it.
I promised myself that forever I would lie, in fields of glory, to protect my legacy, and to conceal my demons.
The promise was like an earthquake, roaring, unrelenting, and unfettered.
Forever.
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Waterless
PoetryIf music be the food of love, play on. All the worlds a stage, and two players will dance with each other to make them weep, laugh, or shout. Anything for approval. Dance with me unto night and I will kiss you unto daybreak.
