Not always but when I get close to you it burns
Like your hand on a hob, an accident. You shouting.
Slap me with words you do not mean.
We could be
The drunken houses that lean into each other
Ready to fall anywhere but down. I give in,
Throwing balls at you, catching your eye
To annoy you, to make you cross I am playing up,
Acting down, a desperate move but it
Works more often than not and so I don’t mind,
Who remembers, who will know? Be unkind, go on.
Anything but the emptiness in eyes that you can bring, so quiet, like an unexpected snow fall in the night, you are suddenly
Cold and crisp and deep to fall into.
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