you and me now
Apart from all the others
Who think this is wrong
think I was right
When I say
that I
am not in love.
So go ahead
brush your hair
tangled
In sunlight
that
Filters through the screen
Sears the skin
head thrown back.
Who was the one
exposed?
You, or
me?
It's madness,
and we are
addicted to it.
—Raw, from a time capsule
