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Bet on Last
Gentle touches and keen eyes
Have crafted a brilliant disguise
It’s a form I've learned to despise
Yet I’m still falling straight through you
Was it the concept– or something anew?
My misty pupils, sweaty arms, dusty lashes
Never stood a chance against your brandishes
Yards and yards bounding away
I’ll drift sideways to give you some leeway
This insipid love will lead us astray
All that is left is to seize the day
Peeled apples, the turn of the carving knife
Every notch on the skin, my setbacks in life
All the time I spent trying to convince you
Just to realize that nothing is new
You insist I’m the last on your list
Yet you can’t seem to get off my lips
You’ve slowed down to give me a headstart
And still, you’ve plowed straight through my heart
Race around and around the track,
A leap, a bound, another setback
Turning, tumbling, intertwining
The thought of putting up with you is so, so tiring
I’ll be the first to swoon
You’ll be the first to wound,
Ripping from me, my flesh unclean and bloody
“For the first time, you look lovely”
Your smile stretches for half a mile
My throat itches from the bile
Ignore every red flag that flies in my face
I’ll hurry, hurry, while I’ll march to last place
Bit by bit, my efforts go to waste
And my charm fades in the aftertaste
Cutting my teeth on the concept of you
Grieving for the thought of you
Sour apples and candies
We’ll go do whatever you fancy
Your plots, your tracks, your races
Destroy the original me; leave no traces
Drain the blood from the abscess
Leave me no time to mourn the process
Leave me as this hulking, shuddering mess
To be known is to be loved
But I’ve known much better
All these feelings will wind our tether
Even if we don’t make it in time
You’ll drag my broken bones to the finish line
First,
Last.
It really doesn't matter.
As long as we both are tied together
