boxterjulep

I want it.

like Romeo & Juliet.

No shit.

Destructive.

The most powerful.

Chaotic, all or nothing.
I don't want to work it out.
This is neither a job or a task.
It is and it CLICKS
it's what I yearn for and want.

No second guessing.
We die.
then that's fine.
The rest can say what they want.
it was a tragedy,
it was a shame.
They'll never really understand
and that's fine.

This is a movement.
Blood pact to seal it.
In a circle, spinning.
no force to push.
just two: one, two.
constant dizziness and nausea too

this is what I want
you told me yourself
and I told you the same
when you asked me the same

"I want what you want."
"Does it even need to be said?"


a double, a twin.
conjoined by invisible hips.
incestuous bond, like minds.
selfish, unselfish.
agree or disagree.
it wasn't meant to be.

so explain it to me
why can i taste it?
as plain as i can see
there is no taboo
rather a thing more unimaginable
the thing i said i yearned for
what couldn't exist but does
a fantasy tale as such
and here I have it
within reach
to grab hold
touch...

The only thing i can hope for is my heart does not give out before that moment comes.

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play for me: Young Marble Giants, Ode to Booker T.