I'm all out on warrants;
you're stealing my lies,
throwing ash on old fires
and framing the proof -
the bottles are tokens that you can't deny
in broken apartments and last minute trains.
You'll keep me waiting;
I'll keep you annoyed
with pranks and sarcasm
to distort the truth -
you'll call my best friend and I'll whore with yours.
The iron is bending,
the stones are now strewn
to stretch all the limits and seam all the flaws.
The cause has meandered,
the bones have decayed,
we start from the prologue and skip to the end.
Conclusions are scribbled on contracts for show
while you drum on heartbeats and I'll play your breath.
We'll dance for exposure and dwell in our faults,
assaulting commitments,
and re-live our crimes.
We paste flames on embers and misplace our souls,
discolouring failures in amber-like hues.
I'll shatter the concrete,
you'll dig up the graves
across asphalt pavements to save our covers
and bury our minds -
you'll favour star-gazing, I'll prefer the soil
'cause you couldn't care less
and we've got no time.
When distance then wanders,
and conscience free-falls,
the fondness collapses
and we're all alone -
but you'll pull the trigger,
and I'll lay the plan -
we'll murder each other
and die on our own.
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
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