Perhaps we are just
masochists
chasing the thick aired promise
of perhaps,
the dainty threaded
whisper of chemistry.
It is not a flame and explosion,
but a subtle
slow leak
of sanity,
you and I.
Thin lipped and curled tongues
chasing the three little words
that would break my heart.
Michelle K., You and I, We. (via sugarelephants)
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