Replication

Your eagerness echoed his persistence,
both vestiges of the whispered call
I heard telling me I was home
in his arms and from his chest so many lives ago

Not to mention my first follow, little cloud left me in darkness

Model 4, not counting revisions within editions,
wrought, knowingly, with pitfalls and potholes and risk
with blind eyes wide open, I enter
high risk; an exponential increase to the charge

I am sparking, seeking a flame to burn only me

The distortions I've been spinning myself,
thinking in moments I believe it - hard enough to share it,
allowing myself to tell myself I do,
so spun at times believing that makes it true

You got your digs in, and you know it

Passive planning leaves a taste of inconsequence
through calm storm, one truth in a sea of lies
I don't have to grieve so much, I do honestly thank you
All time evaporated; for the mastery of temperance

It's only cost me time and money; tears are free

You read my mind with the cold call
Context exactly as I fantasized it could be, and should be
I am as disposable as I choose to believe your inconsistency makes me,
the only objective measure, behaviours I'll just ignore

Push and pull so far, so good, and so hard

How many hours are too many to dwell?
Is it dwelling when you constantly deny you live there?
Where would you choose to be if the choice was free of consequence?
Does that matter in this untrustworthy noncommittal exclusivity?

There is no solution here, solely a postponement of pain

Your eagerness echoed his persistence,
both vestiges of the whispered call
I heard telling me I was home
in his arms and from his chest so many lives ago
And, I want to wish it wasn't so.