Friday, May 7
we kiss, we fuck, we make up
(i think i heard this in a song once)
we laugh, we cry, we dance
under a moonless sky with chilling hands
we sit on sidewalks, watching cars go by (and making sure we can avoid any that come our way)
while we wait for the sun to rise and the stars to sleep
we have mini-picnics during our lunch breaks
(well okay, i bring you lunch and we eat together on the floor of your cubicle. you hate the walls around you and can't wait to get fired. so we eat less-than-perfect homemade sandwiches to save up for the days in between that and your/our next job)
we ride horses, go on a safari and travel to worlds unknown
(we go on the carousel, go to the zoo, go to little corners no one visits, tucked away in their own time and space)
we don't live a perfect life (we're both stuck in places/worlds we'd like to be bigger, we're both misfits in an oddly packed society, we're both too young for all this people snide)
but we'll do what we've always done, tumble and stumble and get up and run again, run to places where we're free and alone, share kisses and scars under the sun, until the world ends or our lives end, we'll be bruised and battered but we'll go hand in hand with our heads held high.
(this is love, a few say
nah, it's just two people trying to figure out how to live with smiles on their faces, we say)
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