Untitled #38

It's a pattern

a game we play

"I love you" said through clenched 

teeth and frozen eyes.

We roll back and forth

you and I

never making that decision to get up and

walk on water.

Choosing to be thrown back and forth by

each other

But my fingertips that claw

at you, but also stroke

your arm are

starting to lose grip.

I'm letting go,

all I am now is a

mixed up whistling of a

tune you once knew.

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[Richielee]

' all i am now is a mixed up whistling of a tune you once knew' ...genius