there comes a point
when choosing shores
to stand upon
that it ceases
to matter who was right
and who was wrong
when the thin line
between cliche and spite
love and hate
have gotten as blurry as
a david lynch film
breath without a mask
because we were both
following the wrong star
for two so frequently likened
to gods
we’re damn sure mortal
and both too easily forget
how to use
the infinite
ocean compass
i thought surely
we wouldn’t become
shipwrecked this time
i was a fool for love
some souls never change
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