Falling in love with you
Hurt no better and no worse
Than crawling out of it does now
Shaky sick stomach feeling
On your broken basement bed
Clenching hands and panicked thoughts
As we feverishly held each other
The same ache stirred in solitude
Clock claims we’ve run our course
Clenching fists and panicked thoughts
As we desperately hold our composure
Is this really the escaping of a dream?
No fluttering hopes slipping between fingers
Just a futile grasp scraping for remains
Of an idea long lost to apathy
Who crept in all cunning and cruel
Rendering this a terminal abandonment
Irreparable, yet I still remember a time
When our ignorant throats sang in bliss
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