a tangible deja vu

I wake up a million yesterdays ago
wondering how the fuck I found myself here
again

I listen to drunk words fall like rain
that evaporates
only to fall on us again
your words
your rain
your blind and drunken optimism
and rage

I don't miss this yesterday
made up of circles
meaningful nothings
and intentions that rest on lips
but never learn to fly

I love you like I love myself
and if my heart held less
maybe I could untangle myself
from the chaos you walk
into the ground
leaving the rest of us to navigate around
the weeds and cracks

I wake up a million yesterdays ago
wondering how the fuck I found myself here
again
in a different place
with different faces
and stories I know
like the back of my hand

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