at a point i became obsessive and it is odd
because what you are frightens me
and i do not like you
so i will hold you at an arms distance
and squeeze my eyes shut until i can see nothing but orange
and hear nothing but red
and i will crack my eyes open to slits and tone down to magenta
while your words weasel their way like wrenches
crawling across the floor up to my lips
because i am weak
and you can pin my heart up on the blackboard
(i will let you and you
will take the chance)
because it is all about power
and though i try to flick the switch
your hand catches me and all the while
you never know
i saw you for the first time today
and you saw me too and it
was odd because we do not speak
in the daytime
even my head can stretch its way around
that
my screws are loose
and they will easily
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