we were a fire hazard
somewhere between here and there
our wires got crossed
and we became an
elegantly twisted pending disaster-
we could only slow dance in a burning room so long
before our lungs were filled with smoke,
the roof caved in,
and we collapsed.
when I wake up everything has changed,
I can breath again-
you are the only one who will ever truly understand- value
what I lost in the fire,
for you too rock-stepped
to the beautifully tragic chaos-
slowly I begin to accept talking to anyone else about it
doesn't really help.
I won't see the same relief,
or mirrored pain,
in anyone's eyes but yours.
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