Break away from the trance
Of this love-hate-love dance
So I can breathe
And you can retreat
Both momentarily un-spun
We circle, we glide
Coasting side by side
Reminding me to remind you
Not to fuck up your cue
Hollering egos of the misaligned
As you step back I remember
There’s no other
I’d rather bother to smother
Minus you, aloneness
Without me, wordlessness
Solitary is my disorder
So I’ll wait
Till you’re all set to begin
To give up isn’t same as giving in
A compromise I realize
Is a monumental sacrifice
Baby I’ll meet you halfway in
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Pictured: Postcards from Amsterdam, from N
Finally Dee 