The Times We’re In.

Hearing the words
‘I will miss you’
Has kept me up at night.

Only you have the power
To do that
As much as I can’t
Stand the thought of it.

You’ll find someone to
Take my place
But it will not be the same.

Lips stained with wine
You kiss me
Feverishly and honestly
Proving my point.

We’re both trash
Like it or not
But we’re meant to be.

We’re both crooks
Who tried to play the game
Not knowing the rules
Who fell in this void of blissfulness.

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