the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
read this so that what's between the em dashes is a short anecdote, and what's before and after the em dashes flows together perfectly
and maybe that's all we'll be—
the one we call when we are alone the hurrying of footsteps down the stairs here comes the uber, here comes the rain the washing away of every bit of our pain
when you knock on my door i know it's you the rat-a-tat-tat and the scuffle of your shoes
hellos are not needed, pleasantries left hanging in the stale air between us
your lips on mine are a better hello than the awkwardness of what was between us i can taste the weight of your sadness from here pressing against me with a hint of anger
your yellow boots are on the floor now and your hands tracing down, down, down until your nimble hands unbutton my shirt
...and also my heart
we're kissing harder now years of fury poured out in what is supposed to be an exclamation of love but now a profession of undying pain
and we'll wake up in the morning suddenly in love all again and i'll wonder to myself if i had you, how would this have been?
—toxic, bitter clashes of anger and not love
but if that's what it means to be by you to feel your breath fanning my face and your warm skin against mine
my love, i'd drink this toxic poison everyday
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