Sometimes all you feel

bursts open

love, hate, longing

all tangled, rips apart

like the pull of cotton candy

flesh and blood

imperfection

skin flushed pink—

anticipate the slap

before the crash

before the flinch 

in life

destined to despise 

love each brutal second

would not surrender

even if you knew how—

then a kiss

like you’ve been conquered

(but you know better)

holds you and you let it

in your sober, sorry state

and you wonder if this isn’t

a very good thing.

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