Sometimes People Change Jennifer wore dark Dior glasses, partially to obscure the unseasonably bright December sun, but mostly because she did not want Robert to see her cry. She had worn these exact same glasses when they parted ways five years prior under less than pleasant circumstances. It was not due to any particular action that they separated, simply that life had conspired to make their desire for coexistence increasingly impossible, as it often does. What was once a single shared path branched and divided until, eventually, they discovered themselves on opposite sides of an infinite chasm with no way to bridge the gap. Only the thinnest gossamer fiber stilSometimes People Change by ~infinite-sunset
Life in Verbs You asked "What is this?"Life in Verbs by ~infinite-sunset
As in "What is this 'Us'?"
As in "Do we want the same things?"
As in "Where are we going?"
As in "Where the fuck are we going
Before I waste any more time?"
More than that, it's asking,
"Is this a serious relationship"
As a dictionary--or encyclopedia--
Or emotionally abusive family gathering--
Would describe it.
For some reason, you need
A relationship with all these words
And why can't we be exclusive
With only verbs?
Like eat, and sleep, and walk.
The most basic human needs
And functions
And desires.
Like kiss--and touch--and fuck.
And--talk--
And talk and talk and talk
And you talk way to mu
Screwed 
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