and then there was you.
uncomfortable in your silence.
contemplative of your situation.
fortuitous in your kiss…
your vortex was born,
from a cushion of contamination
bathed in a brilliant light of broken love.
you were caught in an echo of shattered promises,
comfortable in your wrongness,
unaware of your bliss.
when you found me that night,
while we were going the distance
we were both broken in half,
buried under baggage,
torn humbly at our limbs.
you were the epitome of crazy,
I, the poster child of femme …
but your guard was made of steel like titanium,
and my walls were too burly to ever let you in.
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