Spitting words backwards won’t
Make them any less
And I want to whisper
Girl, you’re forgetting a line
Because we’re standing up
Sideways and falling down
Diagonal
Maybe it’s the way that
Memory flees before time
And time quakes at progress
But honestly, tell me
That you never brought the stars
Down, you never tore the sky
Apart
I’d compare you to a book
With conceits (as I told you
Metaphors on drugs)
Because you mean nothing more
Than words on a page, words that
Cling to each other faster, go down
Slower.
Swallow your pride.
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