You’ve still got me.
Are you still in love with me
Like the way you used to be or is it changing?
To think
Here we are again
Pale and babbling like a corded sentence
Being pulled back into our mouths forfeiting forward progression
Culling blemishes
The skin on your face hissing away
Each time your hand invalidates a piece of it
I have sought you, the coarse dandelion and while decaying you have sought an end?
A means? I mean
-you no harm
You think the sun, now darker, slouches when it greets you
You have found an unwanted happiness
Like the seed you see as a crumb to be shoveled away for disobedeince
The wanton mallet shoeing away peace
Infiltrated and torn
God asunder
The world is not over there is brilliance, and peace
There isn’t a ready insulin that will maintain you
But a spring to invest in
That
May be hard to understand under all that throbbing
That manic trust
Where just once is forever
A shut door is not an impenetrable barrier
The way the world works may be working against you
It is unfair
But don’t be such a stranger to the funk
Armed
Pitted against yourself - Brad
Lest you be Bradley cooped up
Pitted against your shelves
Shattering frames the curtain the television the mini fridge
What have you
Like a feverish cottontail – directionless and fleeting
Like tying ribbons from lit wicks
You’ve still got me
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