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I know exactly what comes next

Serenity

Does not believe in me so I shrug the disappointment off

And mutter curses under the breath of someone who has never lived

Her lips, they make an O, like oh, he did not-

And then my thought pattern trails off into another moment

I cradle it in my small arms just long enough to love it

Before the hate steps in I let it go

I do not need it

Like life

I do not mean it

Serenity, a repetition adds words to words and nothing is created

Keep trying, she says like I’m not listening and cannot hear her mocking

Under that stale breath she says, you’ll get it, so just keep-

And then another moment whispers, let it go

Let go

I’m not a Hindu so I miss the meaning

I disappoint the moment and we scorn each other

Back to back, standing on this roof, below, the fire’s coming closer

I turn around and say, let’s jump

The moment laughs and says you first

We were like children then, before time swam through our eyelids

Created rivers, now we’re dry

And know no fear

Disgust is our new obsession

Serenity, these words, these sounds

Who are they, are they me

Another mess- I stepped unto the elevator

Greeted her she asked me if I was doing well

What could I say

What’s left to say

These words of-, these wounds of wisdom

Will not heal

Serenity, she only masks the pain and then she makes it hurt much worse

How often were we ever young, to have experience to know what young is

And age, this age, so much’s been said

I don’t remember what came first.