Cyanide Potion
Sleepless nights– longing for you to be here with me, always unanswered.
Unsure of what really happened between us, if anything happened actually,
nothing at all comes to mind. You’re just looking for something not out there– that doesn’t exist.
You would have to break through rocks and the stones–
change thousands of tones,
wreck a dozen homes, allow only strangers to see your O’s, go through so many emotions—
you would have to swim to the bottom of the ocean to find what you’re looking for.
I exist– never choosing — You will side with the cyanide potion.
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Planet Vegas 