the best and worst of us
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We don't chill anymoreWe rarely talkI'm barely hereI've moved away emotionally
The laughter in your presence is forcedMy love for youTainted with remorseSits upon a shelf labeled fragile
As he wandered through the torn up house
And put out each last flame,
He felt a rush of ecstasy
In each halcyon wave.
As he went and shook his hose
And ran all through the fire
Click.
Spark.
Light
The dark.
Just keep the flame from engraving its mark.
The viscous amber, the salty indigo
Are able enough to crawl up your arms.
They can feast on your festering flesh