that I didn’t come to bed tonight,
you were excited.
I was reluctant
for reasons sparkling in the light
of day.
You wanted an experience
with me, and I
made you wait.
Comfort bred effortlessly serious,
neglect.
We are where we crash landed.
A journey forced
through solitude.
Venom drips from an iron, branded
and burned.
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