I keep looking for that perfect, ugly, invisible love.
The kind that corrodes internal organs
and sweeps the landscape of the mind into flash flood chaos.
All I receive is sanitized hugs and kisses from disinfected arms which can’t hold me,
which I can’t feel or fit into at all.
I’m waiting. I’m waiting
for my jaw to give way from gritting my teeth.
It’s the last few seconds of a car crash,
played out in slow motion,
waiting for the airbags to inflate before I crack my forehead open on the dash.
But they don’t.
Ever noticed how they never do?
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