Skin and bones

I would have liked us to be skin and bones.

So beautifully and entirely entertained with each other that we couldn’t survive without the other.

One protecting the other.

One holding us both together.

But instead.

We were more like a heart and brain.

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So fearlessly living in vain.

Knowing of what we were doing.

Knowing we would lose.

Knowing.

Knowing that one was right and the other was wrong.

Knowing one loved.

But the other…

Never loved at all.