The brackets in my head separated you, the one i see, from the crowded room. But these walls that contain you only do so when they flex. When feelings make the lines bend, and allow you to move around. Space to turn around and see me staring. That night was vertical and sad. Your back braced to face the fake, while I ached for your neck to break. At least that way the rigid sticks would have no power on your swivel. Your head couldn’t turn, your eyes couldn’t see, your ears did the talking, and your mouth took the bate. I’ll keep you in my brackets for now, I know you flexed your own to catch me. You’ve made me your personal wrecking ball, and I don’t joke when I say I’ll use it to my advantage. All this planning, you took it for granted. So hopefully before we both bend and break, you will adhere to my taste. I’m a bird up in the sky, with nothing blocking my sight. You can fly with me, or stay inside, watching my every move disappear from daylight.
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