I’m pushing forward towards you
Letting your dust settle on me
Trying to sprinkle mine at the perfect pace
Whispering
Keep your interest keep it as long as you can
Impending devastation
My own twine and wire spindled heart
Looking like steel wool in the aftermath of weaving to meet your decisions
The shape of my own charisma probably morphed
To mirror yours
Sitting on the toilet
Talking to my mom
Telling her the truth but like a neater version
And when i inevitably cry she sort of solutions but sort of listens
And i mute myself while i pee
So she doesn’t get the full picture of the mess.
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