Escape
You were an abstract attraction that began on day one
Folding pages gave me paper cuts,
Alliteration gave me a sharp tongue
Repetitive words like a constant hum,
Leaving amorous notes like poor Hansel left crumbs
Bought like preserves, tightly sealed, the sweet taste only assumed
Lonely desire, dreaming day and night, this fictional love how it looms
Playing pretend, roles are given, the orchestra all tuned
Beginning, middle and end, the mystery still resumes
Context around says to fall madly in love
So my hearts beating fast but from my neck I’m now hung
This writhing spine so ripped and torn
The last word feels like death
But the first word is now born
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