I'm struck by the romantic notion
of the two of us sharing a
Something so toxic and intimate
seems almost to pure
of a metaphor.
With that glowing red eye tracing
like the fire flies.
I know this never happened
It was always to chaotic.
We could never sit still
always to concerned with everything
but one another.
god forbid we should ever realize
how much we could never stand one another.
My blunt compulsion and your
left us both in a constant autonomic state.
bundle along your spinal column
I wonder where we went so wrong.