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Discontentment
Cloud-bound
affirmations of love
are really nothing but
hot air balloons
on gorgeous, windy days;
beautiful, yes
but definitely dangerous,
death by god or by chance ~
it’s hard to know for sure
call me sober
(although i’m not)
or maybe don’t call at all,
as surely i’ve missed
the mark on more
than one more occasion -
yet it seems fitting,
a handmade coat baring
handwritten tags;
i never would have fit well
i tried you on
one too many times,
wearing the fabric thin ~
the threads of this
connection rubbed
to snapping, dragons
breathing fire of discontent,
burning our heels
at every turn of phrase
affirmations of love
are really nothing but
hot air balloons
on gorgeous, windy days;
beautiful, yes
but definitely dangerous,
death by god or by chance ~
it’s hard to know for sure
call me sober
(although i’m not)
or maybe don’t call at all,
as surely i’ve missed
the mark on more
than one more occasion -
yet it seems fitting,
a handmade coat baring
handwritten tags;
i never would have fit well
i tried you on
one too many times,
wearing the fabric thin ~
the threads of this
connection rubbed
to snapping, dragons
breathing fire of discontent,
burning our heels
at every turn of phrase
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