A man struggles with falling in love.

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I naively embraced our memories in technicolor.

I should have listened to my friends.

I blinked the red flags to the trash bin full of empty decisions.

I’ll explore your clothes without your body wearing them.

The knife you plunged into my shoulder blade

only hurts when I remember

you stabbed me in the back.

Loving you satiates my addiction and medicates

the part of me that hates the man in the mirror.

I’d have called the cops for intoxicating me

with your love without my consent,

but you’d twist my words,

and I’d end up in a psyche ward,

gawking at the white walls closing in,

I manipulated my way out of a straightjacket.

Solace washes over panic,

rinsing my nerves like a cold shower

alleviates adrenaline.

We traveled to a cabin to stay low.

The crime of love carried a life sentence.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

Twitter: AC0040