I am petrified of movement, you are the
impetus of injury.
And I endure your lunacy, stuck here with
my feet in the sand.
We’ve been smoking far too many
Late night cigarettes.
We’ve been chasing far too many
Shots of whiskey.
Do I have to spell this out for you?
“You mean the world to me.”
I bellow into your ear with conviction, and
Still it goes unnoticed.
Well how would you hear me over
The roar of the chainsaw?
I ask just one favor, would you carve
My heart out of my chest?
My liver’s turning to liquid and I’m
Drowning in your eyes.
My devastating devotion to a
Fecund fascination.
Stuck with my
Feet in the sand,
And my
Head in the clouds.
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