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I see this blowing up in both our faces,
burning pure with all the minutes
we have spent in ways that would bleed us clean
if we would only let them

I see this pulling both of us under,
grasping for some harmless plateau, full of our
unspoken fury and rage... I see hands meet
in their desperate search for bodily rescue.

I see myself,
pretending that I cannot see the grin
that graces your features or hear the soft hello
that graces my ears
when we meet randomly, in these city streets...

I see you trying too hard for my desire
trying too hard to ellicit some response
that may show you I am not catatonic.
I feel every thought that goes unspoken
and goes orphaned, without direction
into the emptiness between what we are
and what we choose not to become.

and I wonder silently
if you could find a home within
all the places I leave empty
for the sake of accommodating you.