five and three

it’s time to
all this

fevered living
washed up dreams

with an unholy alchemy you
changed me, fate cycled
and rearranged we

the storm has passed
but everything’s broken
restlessly waiting to be rebuilt

foggy bliss
poisonous kiss
set upon a serpent’s hiss

and then she said
i’m not the girl
you’re looking for

submitting to madness
that hasn’t quite
set in

i’m tired of waking
and shaking
in the cutthroat morning payout

all i need is
one last conversation
with myself



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