Kill

We all must kill something beautiful and I choose you
And this thing
These things, that do not need to happen
This ill-fated semblance of devotion
That my empty words convinced you could exist
Stray paths pointed out the ghosts that lurked in the shadows last night and perhaps a few times before
Are only apparitions, phantoms skulking in our peripherals
While liquid courage demands each other’s
Undivided attention. And I wonder
What it would be like
And you wonder
If it would be nice
If I weren’t a thinly veiled chimera though beautiful and stoned
But maybe you don’t think me so
Or maybe you’ve noticed and chosen
To disregard the glaring beacons of falsehood and duplicity
Through the darkness you dip into my abyss
And you grind your teeth because you know
This intrusion is not limited to only our occasion.

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