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she turns me over and pushes me down. her hands gush a sweet chill as they feel me. she knows- she always knows- i can't be her fool forever. i can't keep following her in hopes of recognition. & i couldn't walk behind her without stopping to see how far she would get without me; everytime i stopped she would turn around, the look on her face deadly as death itself, silently pleading for worship. & she deserved every ounce of every word i ever spoke to her. it was the disguisement of herself i could not bare. how she could look at me so intently and say nothing, she was my muted girl. i knew she spoke, but everything was dulled. & as i slowly marched my way upto her on our street, i made to collapse before she rounded the corner. and she told me, she said i frightened her.
there is no exit for this third floor romance. the hotel rooms are booked and the doors are locked; emergency exits melting off the walls in shapeless figures. it was always you versus the world, and you never could win. the top floor wasn't the last. smoke billowed out from the shut windows, into where no one could see. because no exit is a dangerous thing; you can run up and down stairs, knock on doors & claw through the walls, but no exit is consistent. on account of your dopamine induced delusion, the world is a hotel. and you want every key tucked neatly in your back pocket.
there is no exit for this third floor romance. the hotel rooms are booked and the doors are locked; emergency exits melting off the walls in shapeless figures. it was always you versus the world, and you never could win. the top floor wasn't the last. smoke billowed out from the shut windows, into where no one could see. because no exit is a dangerous thing; you can run up and down stairs, knock on doors & claw through the walls, but no exit is consistent. on account of your dopamine induced delusion, the world is a hotel. and you want every key tucked neatly in your back pocket.