crossed wires

Perhaps they got the wires crossed.

For they got confused.

Two separate wishes. On a starry night. From two souls on either ends.

And then they brought him in you.

And him in you.

And him in you.

But you weren’t him.

And you weren’t him.

And you weren’t.


And I wasn’t her.

No. You could never be. Him.

Nor I her.

And then they realized. And stepped in. To break the bond.

And amidst the confusion. We wonder why. We ever met.

To pay the price. The angels made.

And easily forget.

A mistake.

Of wires crossed.

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The brain is. A vessel to think a feeling.

The heart is. That vessel to feel.

The body is. The vessel to channel that feeling.

And that is all.

And love. Is but a word. Created by the lost.

To place. A verb. A noun. A definition.

To an emotion. That is simply. A chemical reaction.

Of things happening.

Within vessels.

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you and i

You and I. Were a ridiculous idea to begin with.

Came from two different worlds.

Lived in. Two separate lives.

Loved in other various ways. Bar the one we could know together.

You and I. Were never meant to be.

But we laughed at the gods. And tested their patience.

Broke all the rules. And pretended to be. Human.

You and I. Connected energies.

Triggered a force field. That drew the other in.

But could never co-exist.

Nor find peace.

You and I. Are of two separate empires.

That will never see. Eye to eye.

That will always war. Within our hearts. Despite peace treaties.

You and I. Will draw swords and duel.

Will stand firm our grounds. Will never give.

Have irreconcilable differences.

And no matter words or intentions set.

Could never be.

You and I.

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heart on a sleeve

Look at that.

You’re wearing your heart. On your sleeve.

For all the world to see.

For the bastards. To grind you down.

Sniff you out. Tear to shreds.

They are many.

And they are one.

They are different.

But the same.

And you. Look at you.

Being human.

Shame on you.

Do you remember. What it was like.

To hold your cards.

So stay. Your storm.

And be.

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taming the beast

Alpha boys.

And alpha girls.

Chase the dream. Conquer the world.

Free spirits.

Play the game.

Little monster heart.

Don’t hope. Don’t project.

Don’t forecast.

Or manifest.


Purely transactional.

Different words. Same meaning.

Lesser of two evils. So it seems.

Kill the dream.

Cease. And dismiss.

And here I am.

Taming the beast.

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I think you think you’re unique. You’re not.

Unsaid words. Assumed language.

To get your heart’s desire. At any cost.

And made my heart sing.

And ache. All in the same heartbeat.

Different words. Same language.

Your truth.

Unseen lies.

Cut. Like razor wire.

Through the bleed.

Until you became.

Like him. Or him.

Or him.


Not unique.

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instant magic

Is the magic gone?

The laughter left. The buzz died.

Were you not good enough?

Was he?

Not fascinating. To you. To him.

And her. Or him. Step in.

Distract. Detach.

Watching. From a distance. Of how it all unfolded.

Empty promises. Of this. And that.

That never came to. Fruition.

Words. Hollow against the wind.

Waiting. Waited.

So you lay down your shield. Defenseless. Resigned. Unaffected. Or so it seemed.

And the silence rides its rift between you.

But you had hoped. It was never meant to be. This way.

Distanced. Disconnected.

And in an instance. The magic is.


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