i'm paralyzed. the days are passing, the chances are lost inside our bellies, and the last call of my 3,500 mile escape plan is ringing in my ears behind your backyard. sep erat ed by land and passing time but connected through miscommunication, storybook mishaps, deception and a crippling fear of what could be, had i tried a little harder. i wish i could grab you and kiss you and tell you the truth, but i can't, it shakes my bones out through my muscle. you gave me my space but you closed the door, so i'll just wait outside with all of our possessions and bottles and messages, maybe you'll come outdoors to give me my brains back. those eyes and those hands, those scars, those memories; they rape your childhood and take you far from where you wanted to be by now; living your life through the dialect and rhetoric of mavericks and gunslingers, the steve mcqueens of our generation, the muscle cars and the silhouettes, do you remember when i saved your life? you were burning alive in that barn, but i broke your door down, and we made it through the tar without scaring our lungs. somehow we caught fire that summer, and our hair ignited in the chances we gave each other. if i could open you up, calculate your mistake, solve your problem, i would, i would be there holding your hair in bunches while you vomited up your honesty into my lap.give me the words you've been waiting to tell me.
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