Raise a Glass
A toast to what may or may not rest
Cheers to what we cling to
That little chorus that reassures you,
“its all in the name of living”
It’ll harmonize with the parts inside you that long for a reprieve
“take the risk—what they say never mattered anyway”
Frame after frame of pleasures un-opiated masses would disapprove of,
flicker though my head
as I consider
what I did to you
in the dark
Here lay the remains of
cheers to what we clung to
--in our own due time
Don’t you still like your vices if they get you through the day?
If “shouldn’t” and “not supposed to” are phrases that we all regress into;
Don’t our conflicting notions reinforce their invalidation?
I long to know why it is they so deeply fear to satiate—
even themselves
Surely us, our one and only ally
However in this exception
I am not afraid
to give in
Maybe I should just let it buzz like this
Just for a little while...
Stuck in a transition that might not move
It be easier if we wanted less ends
to satisfy our means
I so desperately want to tell you
that all I am seeking is little whiles
I do feel at peace, calm as we watch
The sunrise
I push from the horizon, periphery of my mind
When the months go by
And you won't look me in my eyes
But my depravity knows it will want more to fill
So if we re not perfect fits, and
One, both, move forward
I don’t want any more pain of the impression
Of what once was
It’s a tough choice
But your skin on mine
Any hope of vocalizing no,
Long absorbed in breathing in sync with you,
Is too far gone
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