I popped a pill at 11:57 so I would stop feeling sorry for myself,
but when they told me it was one of the few with a slow burn,
it was in that moment that I began to doubt my own infrastructure
In our crib, it had been malleable,
I had no cryptic experiences to smile then frown about,
in fact, I hadn't yet learned how to do smile or the latter,
and when we began to crawl,
I felt the itch to trip myself,
and then trip you,
so we could remain together always,
so we could write each other's epitaphs
and be proxies for each other's nightmares
That was how all of this was supposed to be,
you insisted that I not put so many of these things in my mouth,
that I was light years ahead of the sluggish demons lining my innards,
and I enlightened you to the saturation of your words
We were indispensable, you and me,
so I cried myself awake,
and then I cried myself asleep again,
just so I skip rocks for you forever
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