There was a time when your eyelashes

Were enough to circumvent reality

A time when anonymity shielded me

From your inferior brand of chivalry


Our bodies pinioned together

By an emaciated breath

I found in your shadow an outlet

For my vices, a judgment free-zone

That left us both unaccountable


Once I even knew the difference

Between retreat and entreaty

That was before rejection

Altered the rules entirely


I could perish in the gaps incurred

By your molecular recidivism

In the breadth of retreating shoulders

I’ve measured the distance between us

And determined that fabrication

Will have to suffice


I watched a movie about stalking recently and thought it would be an interesting topic to write about

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