Don’t shoot the messenger
The arrow only flies so fast
The gossip in the air will slow it down
Lies will wrench his heartbeat to a halt before his skin is even broken
I can see his message now
I can see the effervescence in your mere connection
Rolling up and down hills of your touch
The first time your lips broke the surface of his ideas of love
The same kiss you shared when you swore you’d take his hand
But your hands are too small to hold, and you’ve got too many skeletons in your closet
Maybe it would’ve worked, but look, you’ve gone and shot the messenger.
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