Barely morning,
Late October.
You wouldn't believe,
We were sober.
It's not a game,
but we broke the rules.
We're not the same,
but we're both fools.
It's not a contest,
but we're being judged.
So I'll get dressed,
but my silhouette's still smudged.
It's not a joke,
but you'll still laugh.
I wonder if anything broke,
because I feel cut in half.
There is no mystery
but I want a solution.
We have a history,
but there's no revolution.
Rules broken
in a game that doesn't exist
but the jury's spoken,
and the judge looks pissed.
He broke us in two
but we already were.
If only I knew,
but the line was a blur.
There's nothing to solve,
so we don't need to change.
I just wish this would evolve,
into something less strange.
Love always,
Janelle
When I read it in my head, I loved it. When I typed it here I saw a mess.
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