in the middle of all the action,
the lights go off,
and they flicker.
suddenly everything becomes a scramble of limbs,
a snapshot,
a glimpse,
gone.
those are like the memories with you.
with all of you.
digging deeper into the closets of the incubus,
i find that all that i clothed myself with were
the shadows of a life worth living.
the reflections in the mirror
should be worth seeing face to face.
yet, i'm still so confused when it comes to you.
to all of you.
attraction, it's predatory on the rational values of my soul,
it encroaches on the private borders of my mind,
it brings me back to edge,
it tapdances on those lines,
drawn out in chalk,
they're fading.
i'm trying not to seem shifting.
where's the concrete to lay down the slab
on my chest, on my feet, on my hands,
on my heart.
letting the city swallow me.
keeping myself from the everchanging,
still, my mind runs too fast from the cage
it knows too well...
there isn't any life after this hell.
"hell is a state of being" and being in love is "glamourous hell".
let me know when you're being genuine.
when you're really in love.
because all of them felt the same,
so either i'm fickle, or i'm really good at lying.
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