repetition. repetition. repetition. repetition. repetitious repetition.

slight in variance, but variant in such manners as the underlying issues so comparably affixed differ in specifics only detectable in slight.

focus on the subject - it will refine your sight

in repetition. repetition. repetitious repetition.

the justified blur. the watering eye. the cycles of repression. the nuance of life.

repetitious repetition.

oh. you fell apart.

what happened? it’s too late now, but you are still beautiful.

i will touch your face until it crumbles in my hands, stitch my tattered clothes with strands of your hair, use your eyes to look at the world because mine are broken. they see despair. despair is all they want to see.

why did you come undone on me?

i will wrap your intestines around my neck to keep myself warm. they feel so soft and spongy

like between your legs. i feel safe. don’t die on me now.

in the fetal position, i pull at your intestines like a noose. and forget how to breathe.

one day we will look back and say:

our lives can be parenthesized and concluded following a formerly integral ellipsis.

(…but the nostalgia wears away, and snaps like the ribbon in an old, dusty vhs tape.)