The space between u s

 

Keeping time with dandelions and living on strawberry lips
is like setting sail on desert sand with a fleet of ice-cream ships

A tickbox on a fuckit list; a lesson never learned
a smoking aces, fiery kiss left a deep, invisible burn

Maybe it’s on in universe B where a duck is really a rabbit
where I am you and you are me and fighting for love is a habit

But where we find ourselves this time, my truth inspires your fiction
you pretend that you are mine, while I fight off addiction

I embrace your dork side and we have matching strange
I s’pose everything’s a sign when you’re aching for a change

If you want, I’m yours to keep; and you can still be mine
Just don’t exhaust my energy or waste my precious time

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