You said hello, pleased to meet you, and we went to bed.
And we didn't get out.
But I couldn't get in.
You want to let go of something.
I can feel the doubt in your kiss. And I love it.
You always seem like you want to say something, but then don't.
Break it up to look away for a while, take a breath as you begin to speak, and then we're back.
Put out the fire with gasoline, why don't you.
What a way to spend the better part of this year.
And I'm pretty sure it will be the better part.
- P -
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