I wanted to be your and you wanted to be my
A moment held tightly between us
So we suspended a high wire
Tied with a gordian knot
Minds razzle-dazzled by the spotlight
Obscuring the dark hush of words willfully mislaid
Ignoring frays between the lines
Truths plummet unnoticed
Don’t look down
We pretended you can build love on lies
A tightrope walker without a net
Unraveling
Love trips on her own lines
Falling hushed by voiceless obscenities
She screams through the empty spaces
...
I saw her yesterday, undiminished despite the tender bruises
Cross-legged on the stage restitching my heart
Eyes cutting defiant before a silent ovation
Love bowed
Don’t look back
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