tick, tick, crash.
and hell, now it's all upended. that's what i get for putting my life out there. for getting together with her without any semblance of a plan.
time ticks down, i drive downtown, and is it so fatuous to think i could maintain order?
it wasn't love the way people think of it. she knew it from the start.
emotions change, fall out of place, gather drama and chaos. they are sticky.
tick, tick, crash.
i need a new metronome.
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