ritual destruction

rushing to see you like I am late for something
in the time it took me to return home
three different panic attacks happen
until i saw the end of the highway
all i could picture was your pretty face
letting me know not to worry
during that moment i saw a car crash
edging over the street i take to get home
sometimes those can really get to me
can i apologize to you with a kiss but
remind you also how worried you can get
if i could i would remove all your tension
part of me just wants to curl up with you and
take a nap that lasts forever
in your words i read a hundered stories
on your eyes i see a thousand murals
now i see how broken everything is
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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