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Ode to the boy with diamonds for eyes

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I think we were a collision course waiting to happen
And when I think back to the day when we first
Stumbled across one another, red sneakers hanging off gutters
Cherry cola voice overs and dilated pupils
We led one another on to believe in the night sky of connect the dot constellations

You wanted to dissect me and peer into the insides of my lungs
Only to find witches breath and dandelions
Slicing iron vowels you locked your hands in mine
And we fell into the static of dreaming disease
The operating table broke away to reveal a sky that never existed
And we couldn't help but laugh at the irony
Because wishing was never an option
The anesthesia never seemed to fit in our veins anyway.
ThisiswhyIneedtostopwritinglateatnightwhenthereisnothinglefttosayaboutyouormeoranybodyelseforthatmattergetoutofmyhead.

why is it that I keep writing things about the same goddamn person?
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Shoeborn's avatar
Ithinkweallfallintothepatternsofourrelatioshipswithparticularpeopletheytendtobetheonesclosesttoussoweknowthemintimatlyenoughtoknowexactlywhatitisthatmakesthemtickandwhatmakesthemtickus.