I sometimes think about you
When the stillness of a late night car ride home
Starts to make me itch to get out
Of this car, of this skin, of this mess
A mess as beautiful as its creator
But there is only so much beauty one can possess
Before it is dawned upon that such beauty knew only
superficiality
And was only manifested through honeyed words
I had never known good vocabulary,
grammar and discernment
Would prove to be the equation
Of my biggest
disappointment
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