It could have been the lack of sleep, or the Godspeed You! Black Emporer playing through my speakers, but during the drive to school at 7 a.m., I got a surge of inspiration and immediately felt compelled to write. Notebook on steering wheel, never a good idea, but if you know me you know I have a terrible memory, so I had to get it down then and there. This is the result:
Deranged closet romantic for hire
And most nights I feel I'm only talking for the sake of shutting you out
Shutting me down
And still this epic choir sings praises above our heads
Pressing on
Barely taking breaths
And still I weep
Still she sings
Box springs uncovered
Exposing truths of the past
Freeing tame ghosts with invisible lacerations across their backs
And I watched the sky change from night to day
And I prayed that this silhouette
This facade of what once was would find its way
But the brightness of day hides nothing, reveals all
And you'll bear your teeth
I'll chew my lip
Still holding hands with the tightest of grip
Oh what a collaboration
What pairing of souls!
Despite your lost efforts
There is still truth to be sold
A penny for your courtesy
A dime for what mattered
Teeth chatter replaces this exhausted love song
A simple admiration for the way her eyes cross when she lies
Inconspicuously averting from yours when you ask why?
And now I brace myself for this rhythmic pattern I swore I would deter
Always for her
Always I was sure
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