MOVIE NIGHT
In the elegant wisps of fluttering slides
I see you a million times within an instant
As I try to focus on each image the embers roll and rescind the sight that sustained my heartbeat
How cold their consumption, these ravenous flames
With scattered glances I try and evade the smoke as it billows and redacts our last moments together
Twisting and straining in vex, I sit heavy in my thoughts of our foul affair
The reels spin and spill losing form to this world, the moments we shared on the screen devoured with fervor
I've choked on your name and gasped it before, now it'll die on my tongue raspy and hoarse
Did he let you share some time in our memories too? I wonder...
Is he smiling now with our bond torn asunder?
With hope for no other resolution I fill my lungs and succumb to the flames
What good was life without these dirty little games....
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Uneven Mod
My ode to the part of my life I can now move on from. Regardless of what brought you here I hope you leave with something to help you on you path.
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