Stunts.

I used to think of the night as an escape to the circus. Boxcars with historical graffiti would be parked across from my house, unseen by anyone but me. I had eyes that would not become drowsy and a mind disrupted by more parasomnias than one could count. You were the dare devil and I was the apprentice.

We concocted our own thriller.

You were the high school parties I never attended, the drinks that never pierced my thoughts, my morals, my inhibitions- everything I owned became hypnotized by your brash pigments.

Now, I know you explore my heart without invitation or forewarning. The blade, the flame, the creeping fog, the itching sensations, you were already working in my system. An acrobat who cannot stay unspoken and must build inside of me a pyramid of powerless notions.

I learned how to be deadly, from you. And some days, I don't know whether to curse or thank you...

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Written 3/24/14 @ 10:22 PM