We had ideals, but we divorced them with the dream. We unstitched every seam to claim our independency. We tore our foundation down and let the water fill the room. You look at me with such disdain. The tone you speak keeps me awake. We lose our grace with words when defining the divorce. Bought our home, thought we burned it down ourselves. It was burning from the start, enough to tear the seams apart. And I got caught, I needed you to carry me suddenly. Before you left, you left a look with me. I'm literate to your subtleties, I am. We lose our grace with words when defining the divorce. Maybe the friends we made are better. Maybe we're foolish just to wait. Maybe the places we sleep are better. Maybe the distance can medicate. We've lost our grace with words, we're erasing and divorced.
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