bigger than life,
than sequins falling from the sky,
than flutes with endless champagne,
and I was convinced we needed more,
and that we worth heaven and gold,
and we were worth magic that hadn't been invented yet,
and I loved you more than the jewelry he draped me with before his death,
and I spent my nights worrying about the color of the hearse,
and the decisions I would one day make without you,
and I worried a bit,
just a bit,
until I drank myself into a coma of consciousness
Almost Shakespearean in nature. Like his work mixed with F. Scott Fitzgerald. Love the first several lines of the piece. It's a tantalizing lead in.
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