poemswe do not but we do
cross this torture (the line)
you took a step i followed your lead, but
one night, we should have known night is dangerous, so
we went there to break the rules and
understand why instead
she broke he won the game
i did not follow her fragile clues but i gave back
to learn the truth a bloody fight, ‘til death
do we part? questions that don't matter but
why do i ask? the ideas burn.
i always pushed i asked for less rhythm, more
time rhyme. we never pushed, i always pulled
and i ran away; i was scared of mirages
from answers to questions we never asked and now?
she keeps pushing it's hard to resist such
history. i'll keep taking sweetness. if i'm careful, it's
this time, this time i’ll listen and this time, we’ll be fine.
