prisms

I know it’s you yet
I breathe in different directions
I don’t inhale your love
Like it’s some kind of infection

I know it’s you yet
I run into prisons of her emotion
I deflect your attention
Like you’ll impale my freedom

I know it’s you yet
I’m too scared to say
Colouring in visions
From back in the day

I know it’s you yet
I don’t feel the same
Dreams and epiphanies
Love in apocalyptic

Flames.

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