Your not afraid of losing me
because I'm only a picture a
way. Sure its not face to face,
but what really is anymore. In
both our abscenses we've
found different ways to shape
ourselves. I know one of mine,
loves to drink all the time, and
keep quiet about all that goes on
between his brain and his heart.
One of yours is bright and shines
like a summer dress on one of
those southern socialites and
as round as the pearls on their
necks. See I'm not ashamed of
any of my shapes. But I know you,
you hate them all. Thats why you
can't pick one. Your one of those people
that when asked to choose, you'll
just say your to tired to pick and move on
with much more important topics, like
the promiscuous cardboard cutouts
we all confuse for men. What hurts most
is that I hate the changing of days,
knowing that when we both settle
on a shape, we might never fit back
together.
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