04. This Is Not Poetry

so here we are swimming in quicksand & flying crashing planes
too proud to risk the safer route (we’re for which promises pain)
same brand of extreme, newer version of insane
when your temper reaches barriers we never even heard of
i’ll be cool so go ahead and spill all you can trash talk
i’m counting on you to make another world record
as you’re counting on me to touch you and hold you close
so you can push me away and scream at me to leave you alone
& i know you know i won’t (you up the ante with lovers’ graves)
& you know i know you can’t (but I give in to the fear, anyway)

this won’t be over by the count of ten
though i wish it would

Vivien Marie Lopez

NaPoWriMo Day 4

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