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A taste from your cup runneth over should taste of vinegar,

but I stick my mouth wide-open under the aquaDrip to taste instead...

the sweetest Kool-Aid sin to ever quench my misinterpreted thirst.



Whim, Whimsical, & Whimsicality

have conquered my tongue...captivating my speech to be in the language of Caprice,

thirst for an iniquity beyond our moral kindredship,

& salivate under after thoughts I dare not act on,

but dare so double dog dare my audacity of hidden passions

to dare you to act on me.



"What's your'z is mine & what's mine is your'z"

can only euphemise the symbiote that mixes my present state of settled w/your present state of not-so-settled.



Before I formally metchu, I ain't think too much of you...

When I began to think too much of you, a rare contingency allowed me to be a friend to you...

After being your friend became a major past-time for you,

I caged my inside rage that made me like you more than your friend was supposed to like you.



But time would pass & tell the tale of a night in which the chinstroke of your shoulder lean drew water from my eyes

& the strong snugness from your biceps held me in control of

a mind I was sho'll finna lose...



dayum...

only time & the outline of an October's night skyline could tell the tale of that night when my caged rage was set free

to leave me in the glare of street lights echoing your stare into the truth in my countenance

we both knew & understood.



you know...but I have to understand

that I cannot grant the figurative 3rd person permission

to kiss your literal 1st person lips in fear of

disrupting our pragmatic 2nd person approach to our relationship.



So, all I can do is continue to be the friend

that loves you in your face, but covets you behind your back for the deeper love well on its way to its fruition between us.

I'll continue to be the friend that will accept the way things are for righteousness' sake, but readily accept the worst heartbreak for the sake of taking a chance of falling in love with you.



but most importantly,

I'll continue to be the true friend that'll walk my

inside rage back to its cage each & everytime I feel a bit unbalanced...

b/c what I feel doesn't matter in the grand scheme of our moral kindredship,

Miel.