Falling
I keep falling in and out of
love
With you.
I slip and stumble and
Fall on my ass.
I’m red-faced at your
Scorn and guffaws.
But I get up, driven by
something
Maybe chemical or magical.
I want to stand on firm footing
With you
To get past twisted Eros
And start to think about
Forever, now.
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