Sometimes I wish I could be the one who wins
I’ve seen too many ribbons raveled around too many torsos
And too many footprints I’m unable to fill
I’ve had my eyes glued to clocks and I’m still waiting for time to stand still
The tilt of your head said you’d heard of the new record
The midnight of my eyes tried to kidnap that of yours
Now you’re electric, as if you were an eel
And now I’m awkward on the outside, not knowing what to feel
You were the first after the epic
A poem that lasted far too long
Trying to fit in every detail from every vowel I wrote
And every single time you were ever wrong
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