I can feel the tendrils of disparity

Clawing at the under belly of rage

Spattering the fogged window of clarity

Shattering the frosted exterior of your self

I can smell the fumes of regret

Engulfing the lungs of impurity.

Poisoning the mind to forget,

The repeat of last time.

I can taste your lips on my breath.

The pseudo essence of care

The decrepit and boredom crest

I will close my eyes to the taint.

I know that this was all it was.

A plague of misconception.

I wish it was more than what it was.

I wouldn’t move heaven, I wouldn’t move earth.

But I’d be there for you.

Even if you don’t want me to.

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