Note:
The glass is foggy, yet you can still see the choreography of gooseneck gawkers eager to scrape the crumbs of our insanity from cheaply made dinnerware.
Do you remember the night you thanked me?
My tears betrayed me - again.
What we view as weakness are our shining moments.
You say:
I like your brand of crazy.
I say:
Your crazy never hides.
They say:
She is obsessive/He is narcissistic
We look through to the table; distorted and blended with frosted glass & six shades of outofourminds while they lick at salty-sweet morsels of our madness and mourn:
honesty is lost in such consumption
& despite the callous crunch of psychoses in fickle teeth some hearts will never be tamed.
-
The glass is foggy, yet you can still see the choreography of gooseneck gawkers eager to scrape the crumbs of our insanity from cheaply made dinnerware.
Do you remember the night you thanked me?
My tears betrayed me - again.
What we view as weakness are our shining moments.
You say:
I like your brand of crazy.
I say:
Your crazy never hides.
They say:
She is obsessive/He is narcissistic
We look through to the table; distorted and blended with frosted glass & six shades of outofourminds while they lick at salty-sweet morsels of our madness and mourn:
honesty is lost in such consumption
& despite the callous crunch of psychoses in fickle teeth some hearts will never be tamed.
-
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