breathe enough?

Just making meaning alone is treacherous enough

talking about the clauses not the in-between’s

talking about the pauses, those quiet moments

shared from you to me though

 

the night drags on and Artemis climbs higher

Cupid draws his arrow, though she’s already knocked

and fired, like

you hide from me as

would a crook his noose… / left, right, front

center yet the back is what you choose

Trust

It was never my intention to control you

It was never my intention to half-assedly console you.

 

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