its just this dance i do.

shadow boxing

feeling one thing

thinking another

and never saying

what i feel in a moment

whether it be a minute

or an hour

because with you

its all about the seconds

my laugh

your laugh

echoing in empty chambers

in misguided poetry

and the sweetest declerations

in the past tense

no future

no present

tense. stress.

feeling nothing

anything everything

if only in the chance

the second chance

in a conversation

my finger on the pause button

yours on the mute

needing sleep

wanting love

striving for acceptenace

and all the intangibles in the midddle

in between the emptyiness

a sense of fulfilmment

the tease

the dance

the struggle

to remain breathing

when all it takes is one

gasp

a singular whisper

of the passing fancy

of something undefined

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