Are you a guilty pleasure?
Ashamed but so excited,
you make my pulse feel rested
instead of it’s typical off-time thumps.
A dream that’s under-tones seem unforgiving,
a constant fear of the seams being stretched too far
and it all unravelling, leaving me alone again
amongst all my messy endings.
Do I know what I am doing, am I on the right track,
or is there a picture I am not seeing,
that if I did would make me blush because
I am the reason. I have been all along,
ruining things then running away broken and sad.
Did I do it all to myself?
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