The Scoop OR My Life and Drama
Here's something weighty and a bit ambiguous, let's see how it spins:
in and out of a relationship, short lived - not right for me - he's a Pices ... water trying to put me out, and the last to compliment
we didn't talk our way into it, but I talked our way out - dropping pleasantries - but I could drop back in at my whim
In ways it made no sense / no challenge delivered / nothing at stake / but then he was sweet, if nothing else
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an almost drive to the beach / what beach / any beach
but instead a talk in the parking lot till 8:30am, me rollin into work all cracked out
me not wanting anything to do with this / I've never seen anyone look at me that way
in a way it frightened the unshakable part of me -- it was like he'd never seen me before
always trying to see behind my eyes and read my face / when I'm impassive. I'm impassive
and yes the detail to the drama...a married man a few years my senior, with a kid in tow and an impending divorce
but he doesn't see all the problems here / I'm so level-headed / he doesn't see the awkwardness / he doesn't see
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painting poetics like I knew how / the wine ran red and told me so / as voices rose higher
I was most myself around him / I had to explain nothing / he didn't try to read my eyes
because he already knows what's behind them
and so we run and sing and make plans
so simple beauty
so simple
I loved him in another life, back in Egypt maybe
if I believed in all that, this is what I would say
but who knows really?
We love each other now in an inexplicable electric fit and start
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I'm a daysleeper / the drama too much / I stay up late / swim my laps to get buff arms
I toss and turn, insomniac because I can't stop my brain lately
I get up tired / I workaday my life away / I get up have espresso and coffee
I get up
