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Surface tension 
I wrote 
The many warning signs,
That somehow satisfied us two
Hooked on a note, 
Choked out of the freedom 
We both could have known 
Where there were blues in his eyes. 
Magenta hues filled the room 
With music
Volume high
My tensions rise
I want to cry, but I can't shouting passions into a void 
Agony surpasses me 
Can't even handle me 
My face says it all 
While his glares stare down and out 
From his feet to his very needs 
Eyes cast straight back up 
To the soft inner belly of his elbow 
As he rests his last worry on the back of his knee 
Shot ready
Knob locked 
And me 
Left with no bathroom key 
No way to check on him
"Can you breathe?!"
As if he could acknowledge me 
He's too busy 
"Babygirl, please"
Left to numb my racing thoughts alone
But with lonesomeness present, when you're not alone 
There's no magic left to cure our illd woes 
All I can hear now
Shallow breaths and siren spikes
ringing in my ears
Now he's blowing his nose
Left with his many, meticulous plans 
To play out 
With what follow through?
I would still follow you 
Followed by more blues, like Miles Davis attempt at a come back 
"Boy" got him. 
I'll be damned if he gets you to 
I would take tensions over dead prose to satisfy you.

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