Day 1: One night.
Day 2: One key (to your apartment or heart).
Week 1: Anniversary.
2 Days Later: No key.

You are not what I declared to the universe.
You are not my Neo after all.
You do not know me as well as I have observed you.
And yet, I could live with you in contentedness.
I could be perfectly at peace with you by my side.
I was enthralled and drunken with your simple life.

My challenging emotions are awhirl
Like the whirled peas
That make me flare up with allergic reactions.

I feel pulled to indulge in you
Even when you push me away with your seizures of survival instinct,
Even when I react to your uncontrollable power of compassion
That has been called resentment and fear at other times.

At the peak,
We are but a blip in each other’s grand scheme,
So much so that we are islands unto ourselves,
And we’ll die by each other’s hypocrisies and inability to see ourselves
If we look at each other the wrong way,
Or willingly wave the white
Flag for
One last night together.

On our journey,
Our blue-eyed sacrifices were too sacrificial,
Sacred and superficial (until I show you my depth)
with a dose of insanity at once
(doing the same thing over and expecting a different result).
The life has been drained from what had thrived
In a secret closet filled with a Leo and occultist.
Our nonexistent relationship is now a sad documentary about a hungry corpse,
Ravagingly lifeless,
The byproduct of a key, TV show, and movie.

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07/13/2017

Posted on 07/13/2017
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