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[first understatement;]
i never noticed until now how your eyebrows droop and your
eyes change colour when sobriety infiltrates the salt releasing
from your pores. it's not like i questioned you for no particular
reason, or to get the benefit of the doubt. it's just that my
camera lens was no longer capturing your inner beauty.
every picture developed was marbled in varieties of greys,
and i wasn't able to abide with average. i've already watched
you follow in everyone else's footsteps but your own, morphing
into whoever was in your presence, and becoming all that you've
ever known. and it's not like i can dig my ruby nails any deeper
into your soul to attempt to reveal the message your breaths
secreted into perfectly clean air.
but it's your availability that bolts my lips together every time.
with a single exhaust of lust released from the tips of your
fingers could so easily condemn all i've left undone, polluting the
existence of shame and discomfort.
i no longer had a judicial reason to say 'no.'
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[second chances;]
to you, i'm simply the girl in red, rewriting your statements in
poetic verses and brandishing your true identity to the world.
to you, i was an addiction that filtered your organs and penetrated
the darkest spaces you left untouched. and now that the "i'm
sorry's" are over with and excuses are in your favor, i'm starting
to realize why i can no longer portray myself as allowing and
vulnerable to you anymore.
you'd have the credible stimulation to destroy me.
but i'm undergoing certain combinations of negative and positive
reactions when it comes to relating ourselves to the science of
attraction. truth be told, you and me are only driven into confidence
when our mindset is uncontrollable. we are the theory that can't be
subdued to an actuality.
i don't want you to be under the impression that my heart is
is in storage, waiting for you to complete the simulation.
i don't want you to think my arms are left open for you at
anytime you feel you need a place to go.
because in reality, that isn't fair;
even if you and i never have an ending.












Abi








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