One week since I told
you I did it. Some words passed over text messages, even saw you once since.
Feeling separate, we finally collide up at grizzly peak where there is no where
to hide. We kiss in your car to the rhythms of dinosaurs stomping around, we
danced with our hands in a quiet duet - our only successful dance, we stopped
at the idea of how it looked, and that is us: How we look, and not who we are. I look past how it looks, and I see how it feels. You feel what I see and
pass it back to me. Then a long drive back to your house, listening to a band
that you turned me on to, that you don't like anymore, but I continue to. I
appreciate the change in the scene, while the actors remain the same. You need a
new cast, and you search for this cast. I talk a lot of shit and shut right up when
I see your face. I let you take control, to let you think you have control, and
I keep my quiet strength. I will let some light in one of these days. I will
let it shine through. Sometime soon.
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