The kind that stings your eyes and hides all the stars,
We’re the red midnight sky I absolutely hate,
the ones with the star crossed fate.
Intertwined lives, intertwined legs
feeding thorns and vines weaving the perfect fallacies and webs.
In that sordid sky I’ve begun to recognize Mars
I fight, I scream, I cry
Between the stench of hotel soaps and unutterable goodbyes.
You can hold her hand under the blue sky
But we buzz in corners, underneath sinks, we’re cockroaches, we’re flies.
Is there somewhere you can meet me?
Is there somewhere I can pretend it’s the thrill and not love?
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