by Elisa
The familiar scent of cheap cologne
Sweaty bodies
Moving in perfect opposition
The rhythmic tossing and turning
Those familiar sighs
The familiar high feeling
Loopy phrases
Mouths moving in no direction
Careless chatter, careless mistakes
That top of the world feeling
The familiar emptiness
Insecurity and self-consciousness
Running from confrontation
Overanalysis erected like a cement wall
The settling of regret
Sometimes we forget about the
Road we’ve already been down
When we live for the moment
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