i want to cap our times
put them in a jar
and never see your lips again
putting any thought of you in the dark
you say its different now
as you push away
the site of you makes for difficult
just the way you move
has me running for the hills
baracading myself in
and swimming in pills
just the way you talk
has me up with no sleep
back and forth
tearing up all the sheets.
its you. look away.
-N. Bryant
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