[x]Florida II (poems).

and these are dangerous thoughts
because i think i could love you
but i do not think
that you could give me what i need

anyone could love you 100 years
and never scratch the surface
of how much i love you
not that it even matters

shame that being so far away
i feel as though I'm closer
shame that when I get back
you'll feel so far away

infidelity is reality
the only loyalty left is to yourself
take what you can get I suppose
nobility is solitude

there are no equal shares
in love
admission is submission
becoming vunlerable is weakness

looking from this far away
everything is so perfect
peaceful and still
so foreign a way to exist

would it be the ultimate blasphemy
to say I have fallen out of love with love?
with my judas heart
the last person to lose faith in love

on the verge of dissention
every transfer of ink to page
bleeding through and bleeding out
every confession said or felt a sacrifice

i will miss your gentle voice
i take one for peace
one skeleton in the closet
is laid to rest

with the push of a button
i have the closure i wanted
i have all the peace and piece of mind
and all the devastation one could ever need

knowing where all the missing pieces are
i gather them
every one a piece of my death back
should i ever be whole again

you left me in my truck sayting goodbye
you left me on the phone
left forever with the opposite of ignorance
the opposite of bliss

my plans set into motion
all of the obvious ulterior motives
i've never feared death
i'm just afraid i'll never be alive

all of the carrion are gone
when my bones are cold
a predatory nature
will be a defense mechanism

packing the suitcase of my tragic faith
i write this and can't help but smile at the irony
in our obituary
i profess my love

the sun's always out here
all of this artificial perfection
give me my flaws of home back
give me back a rainy reality

do you know the story of arachne?
damned to forever desire
what i traded for my sins
the path to heaven is paved with bad intentions

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