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Immature

Je’free

Kick off our boots here;
But here, where we lay our hats,
isn’t necessarily home,
for we take 1 step up the stairs,
then take 2 steps down,
each time we speak in riddles
like tangled threads crawling our heads

Lately, I touch you, and you shy away
like a snail into its shell,
inept to let your armor fall down
in a pile at your feet
Where will you hide next
when your mask is gone?

You blur&stir truth&lies,
as I’m blinded by 50 thousand tears,
needing you to kill the pain
like a tourniquet

We have become stones
in each other’s shoe,
unabling us to cradle one another
when unfixed hinges give in,
and walls tumble down

Why can I not melt in you arms,
and vanish as the night falls anymore?
You can not even look in my eyes
like open doors down to my core,
unlike before

Maybe, I should see you
when you turn 40,
when our broken wings&halos
have repaired from this blizzard,
and the hole in your pocket is sewn,
enabling you not to drop,
but keep, the love I give

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