Kiss Her

The shingles of my mind fall swiftly off their structure

 as they would from an abandoned house.

There isn’t a single thing that could escape from your lips,

 or mine, that could rebuild what’s falling apart.

The foundation we thought we constructed so honorably

 is no longer stable enough to stand upright.

I will seek new real estate, but by all means,

 keep bringing lovers of the void back to a plot

 that has long since been deemed unfit for blue-print plans.

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