Give it a chance…
Drinks,
At a glance…

Nervous.
still
These feelings unfulfilled
We sit. Still

Managing to manage our demons
Usually well mannered
It’s because YOU
you,
Changed the standard
& came to me all beautiful and damaged

&
all I ever wanted to do was…
Is…
Love you

Choices had to be made
Hands had to be played

& would you look at that:
A royal flush

Syn, god of the Sun;
Tongue tied
Unable to speak…above a hush

See, my type…ain’t quite a type

And you are that motherfucking prototype