The situation

We started to finish long before we could love each other.

I'd be throwing up and you had an exhausting laugh, and we didn't have a survival instinct to make it.

I liked red lights and small streets to see the stars and you were too busy pretending half the time to see them.

And we were not destined even for a tenth. We had to finish if it hurt to the membranes, if touching for you was cheap and in me, it was chills with curses. We should stop tying us up.

But you said there once upon a time and I was smiling, and you were talking when I was to sit and listen.

That somehow we were balancing ourselves, in that we weren't for kisses and say when we were still chased by green eyes.

But you were taking a step, with the beginning of the music and I was learning from right to left. And we were against the clock, last round with a second strike.

We were beyond a dead end. We were a situation.

TA.