Malaphor

you and I have always been a crime in progress,

an unsteady alliance, always waiting for the double-cross;

sirens in the distance,

still hoping to get out alive.

we were partners in crime but never learned

which theft to commit first:

steal a glance,

steal a kiss,

steal a heart.

you're not the only criminal in the house,

but I'm just here to steal your thunder;

the only flawless part of me is a perfect storm,

I'm a disaster ready to fling branches onto power lines,

maybe then there'll be a sizzle in your step.

you can make one man's treasure

into another man's trash

but you can't make me a drink,

can't take the punches as they come,

can't make me a single promise that

I haven't heard before.

you can't ask me to destroy evidence,

but I'll burn our bridge when I get to it,

strike a match and watch it smoke;

because no matter whose bed you're making,

we all know you lie in it.

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