My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room
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Monday, January 3, 2011, 11:13 PM
Things you would do because you can incomplete because you can't get over that tiny little insecurity. I don't know if I'm wrong but I know it feels right to me. Spend all night singing about romance because the world isn't listening. As they clink their glasses with french wine and toast to their selfish desires, nights injected with small talk and feverishly sickening dialogues made of air. I watch from the window on the other end of the envious scale, the man takes centre stage with a mask painted white, his clothes crumpled and torn at the seams. What makes him tap his foot on the floor and what makes him pull his hair away from his eyes, he doesn't know. Lovers indeed, you're the one who makes it worth the fight, makes it feel as if I should know. But I don't. Ask me the questions you've always wanted to, I'll sit by the side of the wall and listen, fingers tapping the brick wall that we're leaning on. The man shifts his weight back, throws his hand in a flourish and sings 'Quand elle joue avec moi! Et je pense que je l'aime des fois!' The bullet he holds back with his fear sears through his heart and the moment stops. No blood, only smiles. The audience scurries away and you tuck your hair behind your ear, your eyes look but they don't see. I'm only half understood but I've only just begun. The mask falls apart but you don't see, words you whisper into my ear run away slowly but you don't bother, and neither do I. That's only half of what you're saying. I know that smile and I know that face, we sit closer and i can smell your lip gloss. The point of all existence that could either cripple or lift hugs us both together, closer until our lips almost touch. But logic wins and yes, you've figured me out. I gave it away. Don't look away and don't feel bad, but know that I'm hanging around too and I'll do whatever it takes to make it work, even if I have to walk to the ends of the earth and back. You know I don't lie.
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Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.
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