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suitable, perhaps

the way his hair always fell in a curtain

making it so difficult to see his eyes

lost in thought

more often

than locked in mine

or yours

or whomever presently trying to catch them

 

I get the feeling this may have happened before

and I start stumbling again

feeling the ache in the backs of my calves

from landing awkwardly down the stairs

there seems to be a mood already set

when he enters the room

gravitating towards all the shadows

near the corners

aside from the heated action

 

the words speak louder this time

causing my breath to catch

halfway up my throat

as the air leaves me

in a futile attempt

to exhale

 

it would be just as well

if the music started up again

from where it left off

but hardly anyone likes this song anyways

catchy beat though

nevertheless

 

I tap my feet

but restrain myself

from looking the fool

in time with the speakers

my hips pine for the movement

as my whole body pulses

through the bass

as it beats through my legs

and feels all the way up to my neck

so much like

pricks and needles

sharp little reminders of the harmony

and the dissonance

I can hardly avoid on a day to day basis

just struggling to survive

 

Author's Note

ending?