Here we go
I'm once again alone,
but I'm smart enough to know
That you're not in love
At least not with the person you profess to be
She's just bad company
She's just bad company
I'm sorry I just say what I see
Going through motions
When you know you should be with me
That's chemistry
That's chemistry
I promised you
Another bad word
I'll never speak
It's your journey
Not just a stroll down the street
You know I'm right,
and that is why you punish me,
but another bad word
I'll never speak
Here we go
I'm once again alone,
but I'm smart enough to know
That you're not in love
At least not with the person you profess to be
She's just bad company
She's just bad company
I'm sorry I just say what I see
Going through motions
When you know you should be with me
That's chemistry
That's chemistry
I promised you
Another bad word
I'll never speak
It's your journey
Not just a stroll down the street
You know I'm right,
and that's why you punish me,
but another bad word
I'll never speak
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Frankie Martinelli
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar6 days ago in Feast
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