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[fuzzyapricots]

false intimacy
pretend that you're into me
together
we're still alone

compromise is my demise
as your breath feeds my calamity
the state of our existence
brings a churning to my bowels

together, we're still alone
and it aches like a hang nail
my thoughts trail, derail, and fail

compared to a symphony
our loves a violin out of tune
being played
by an eight ear old

this story has long been told
over and over
like a chapter being re-written endlessly
until it becomes the end of me