Let me linger on the possibility.
That this is more than just
a formality.
Let me believe this is a
bond that can't be broken.
That these whispered words
were screamed not just spoken.
I want to fall deep
into this aesthetic
malevolence of vindiction.
And look past the mirror
without seeing the distinction.
This is all paperwork,
words and legal hooks,
that bind together with
cum the covers of these books.
I don't want to sit forever
dreaming past the the hypocrisy
Can't you count up the reasons
anymore why you love me?
I'm sorry, I apologize
These bulleted questions
are all just a formality. |