Red and black wine gums,
a movie about the Warrens,
my fragile heart in your arms,
with the rest of me,
as the night goes on.
We watch ghosts that don’t have a grip on us,
finally feeling free of the past and our paranoia.
I miss you when the lights go down,
turning to your shadow,
watching it fill out,
until I see you in full again.
I am captured by how your eyes glitter in the dark,
and I kiss you,
like I have no regrets,
and no walls surrounding me.
You taste like red and black wine gums,
and the movie goes on,
as you move closer to me,
the boundaries of our seats, broken,
the holes inside my heart, fixed.
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