let me buy you a coffee.

sporadically we grow bolder with every sharp intake of breath, and as the snowflakes render us colder, we'll dive down to warmer depths. i saturated a polaroid in tears and rain and sweat, lavished love and laughter in effort to forget all that you etched into my brain with a scapel cutting through my paper-thin skin, i thought i was tough but your words proved me mistaken.

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if you dare repress my creative impulse, well prepare yourself, a storm is coming just around the corner, it's not too late to declare yourself false. all your shortcomings astound me, your shallow breathing reverberating, empty corridors vibrating with that contemptous sound. i feel it all around but it cannot creep inside me, because you're always one step behind me, two steps forward, one step back. your immaturity is laughable, if i was half as smart as i pretend to be, i'd give you two quick slaps and walk away. a BLARING screen screams broken images, disjointed, but we'll join hands and rejoice in your discomfort, my sweet love. i'll lock you in a birdcage, you'll be my nightingale, until i grow bored of your rage, then i'll fling you to the hail. and the storm i promised from the start will enroch, upon all the subjects you ever broached, i can't be bothered to argue anymore, nevermore.