Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Pretend


Pretend you're not me for a second
and do opposite of every instinct
Left where I would go right
blind eye where I would cherish sight
loosen your grip where I would need tight
and perhaps
this one heart can walk itself away
break clean down the middle
like a locket
and still beat half whole alone

...or stay

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