Our governments could’ve co-existed.
My wild tyranny could’ve been rhythm to your soft democracy,
building a language and crumbling a cold war in one shot.
Our relationship was a tug of war, test of time and confidence: pushing the previous night outward against the will of my eyelids and the "right-now-ness" of a whole kingdom.
Love for you is responsibility. Eating, for me, is distracting.
Art is a blanket that covers you for warmth or ignorance.
You shift with plane rides.
Where you live is a truck stop clerk,
see millions fall by with nickel eyes and pavement wounds.
Don’t let them in the bathroom – tell them that you’re cleaning it.
I’VE BEEN IN IT.
I gave you space – you took it and ran with my closure.
I think you left because I looked happy.
I think you hide because you’re lazy.
I think you lie because you’re yellow.
I deserve concern, I deserve a return letter, you know better.
I never wrote you great poems, I just meant them
You never tried to save our friendship, you just went numb.
I have to thank Gavin Castleton for being creative enough not to fall into the stereotypically "Emo" methodology of song writing. Many kudos to you.
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